Mary Magdalene

Scared, exhausted,
fell at his feet, sought refuge.
Stained tears purified by his soles,
turned pearls sparkling white,
then rolled off.

Rabbi, save me pleaded those eyes.

He looked with compassion,
asked gently, "from what?"
"This crowd or your sins?"
She replied, "from both!"

He looked at the crowd,
contemplated their sins.
Raised hands, stones, fell!
They melted into their shames.
She lay prostrate at his feet,
savoring peace of repentance.

Wiped holy feet with her tresses,
purified, made whole again
in body and mind,
Satan exorcised, found ultimate bliss.
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Published in the anthology
'A Poet's View of Being'
by Brian Wrixon Books, Canada (2012)