The Magdelene Poems

magdelene be it so... they would name the holy one's lover a whore... and so give her a cross to be borne for generations! magdelene, # 2 what secrets we shared, in the breathless moments just before dawn... while creation and destruction waited, and the stars themselves wept, as if knowing! magdelene, # 3 perhaps then, the final price of the gospel, be not nails... but love! magdelene, # 4 twas the book of kisses, rare intimacies unspoken, that lingered like very breath... on graveclothes left empty. upon the stone rolled away, the lovers' cross etched, by hands unseen, and somehow more than human! magdelene, # 5 those tiny footprints on the sands of eternity... are those of a child, who never met her father