St Mary Magdalene, you have loved so much
How did you ever survive your fate?
How did you ever know what true love touched?
How did you ever keep your promises and faith?
I could see how much you loved and wept
In this earthly life of grief and pleasure
I could see how you gave light and left
Bestowed devotion, a gift unmeasured
St. Mary Magdalene, beloved of all
Make my breasts raise up to God on High
My faint hands a monument of scrolls
Dearest flesh a harvest of milk and rye
For thy sweet love so real be remembered
For thy sweet love to God be enthroned.
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