Maria of Magdala, shadowed and radiant,
a woman shaped by dust and devotion,
walking the paths where judgment lingers,
her past a weight, yet her spirit unbroken.
She moves toward light with unyielding grace,
hands open to heal, to anoint, to believe.
In the company of exiles and wanderers,
she finds the whisper of love,
unfeigned and deep.
A witness to loss and a dawn reborn,
her story lives on in quiet resilience,
a life remade, not by purity or power,
but by the fierce tenderness of faith.
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