Mary Magdalene Poem by Willem VanVoorthuysen

Mary Magdalene, on that first Easter morning
you could still see Him, hear Him, but alas,
were not allowed to touch Him any more...

Mary, I can feel your pain so keenly now,
as if I were there with you at His open grave,
although millennia have since passed...

Because I lost the one and only woman
I ever knew since I became a man,
and now I cannot touch her anymore...

I miss her love, so pure, so sacrificial,
her faith so steadfast and so strong,
she was my love, my life, my all...

Dear Sister Mary, I must now carry on,
like you did then, until the time has come
for all of us, to celebrate His second coming...