And
Jesus said to Mary Magdalene, “Do not touch me,
for I have not yet ascended to my Father.” ~John 20:17
Whoever wrote these words
was still a pilgrim
searching for dawn.
But you have made friends
with the dark.
You know that Magdalene
is an electric breath
of Jesus
flowing through your nostrils,
your throat, your belly, your loins.
And if you listen, she will tell you
what he really said
that morning in the garden:
Touch me.
Feel the shock
of my sweetness.
I will lift your whole body up
into Love’s energy.
As wine mingles fruit
with spirit in one cup,
my flesh and your longing
are a single grace.
Savor my caress,
for Christ is not
an out of body
experience, but a sip
of the burgundy void
in the grail of every cell,
the nectar of crushed stars
in a proton of lymph.
Your nerves
are on fire
with God.
A poem from my book, 'Strangers & Pilgrims.'
Art, the Magdalene by Dante Gabriel Rossetti.
1 comment:
^ I sat for a long time with this poem,
feeling without words
```````*breathing* ```````
then *smiling*
well // since
we're all finally ascended
>>>>>>guess the rules are off
and Magdalene should touch Jesus.
````````````````````````````(*and so she does
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