The Song of Mary Magdalene

Poem by Unjay

Just before dawn on Easter Sunday, Mary Magdalene walks to the grave of Jesus 

The torn edges of life 
are ragged like the sea 
While the moon keeps watch 
Over the loneliness of God
 
I knew you as the singing of my soul 
The music of my eyes 
Silenced by the sudden storm
 
My footsteps lost on fallen olives 
Rich and ripe 
Decaying into dry dead earth
 
The dust powders my stale perfume 
And falls in ash on the fire of my heart
 
The blood-wine drained from the empty cup, 
The bread is really broken 
No symbol, no token 
But my life is buried there
 
And who is this stranger by my lover's grave? 

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Unjay is a musician, artist and yoga teacher in Semaphore.