Treasure Island

Leaking Pen

(Wellington, New Zealand)

Mary The Magdalene


She came unprepared for glory
Then true faith framed her story

An ordinary woman
Common as citrus lemon

Tried by scribes and historians
Defamed by early theologians

To keep Her light beneath the Light
When Jealousy framed her plight

Apostle’s vanity blinds the sun
With quick prayers on the run

But when He rose to life again an then
Appeared first to The Magdalene

Where true faith tried and tested
Not like Peter where doubts nested

Eternal claims born from her loins
Mary The Mother faith to life joins

Mary The Magdalene… me!
Mary The Mother
In Faith I ‘d rather be
The Sister than a brother!

Submitted: Friday, April 19, 2013
Edited: Saturday, April 20, 2013

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April 13,2013
Copyright Leaking Pen 2013

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