Mary Magdalene Poem by Gert Strydom

While the dark night folds around me
I wait on Thee,
who could speak
and sent the storm
back into the sea.

At times I wonder where my love
for Thee started,
or was I made with it,
that Though dark brown eyes
could know the dark depths of my heart
and could touch like no other
and could heal me
and make me completely free from all sin
and I was happy.

With every stroke that the hammer makes
against the cross of wood
and every nail that tears
right through Thy body,
I knew pain
like never before
and in my soul
the dark depths died
with Thy death

At a time even my pomegranate red lips
and round full breasts
made no impression on Thee
and Thy holiness
and unconditional love
touched deep into my heart,
so that I washed Thy feet
with ointment of nard
and in humility used my hair
to dry the feet
of the Son of God.

While the morning sun
rises red on the horizon
I wait on Thee,
to come back to this earth
as king and supreme Lord.