magdalene's view

many people scorned her
and judged her by her looks
god himself, it seemed, had left her
demons came to rule her life
anyone who saw her knew she was wild
lord of heaven, the christ, healed her
everywhere he went, she followed
never to leave his side
everything she had was his

caiaphas opposed the christ
roman eyebrows were raised
until christ’s death, they would not rest
“crucify him!” became their battle cry
in the garden, they arrested him
frightened by rome, his friends ran away
in order to kill him, a sign on the 
x, the govenor’s approval
it was their doing, pilate proclaimed
onward to golgotha, they tortured the christ
nailing him to a tree; and this is how he died

reverence for the christ remained
in seeing the open tomb, mary ran for help
sobbing openly in her grief
even magdalene could not see him
now the voice she knows so well…

“mary.”

“Jesus!”