The Magdalene
She loved him because
his ways were gentle.
How he came to be like
that she did not know
and did not care.
It was enough that he was.
He always greeted her
the way morning breaks,
sharp but soft.
He did not come to rescue her
as most men defined rescue:
to bend and to douse.
He came lighting the way for her to stand and burn.
He came lighting the way for her to stand and burn.
ahh! thank you….
Hi, Janet. You are welcome.
Not to be doused, but to stand and burn ….what every woman wants !
Thanks, Gwen.
Yes, I love that. He is not the flamboyant hero but the one who comes alongside, offering light and love.
Thank you, Jamie.
I’m gonna sit here a while. You keep talking,John.
Thanks, Larry. I need to listen a little too.
Wow. Yes. Fantastic.
Thanks for your comment, Dawn.
I stand taller when I read your light.
That’s quite a thing to say, Joyce. Thank you.
Goal: More Like Magdalene
Cherry, I’d say that’s a worthy goal.
Reblogged this on speaking kingdom hope – carmen rambles.
Thank you very much, Carmen.
indeed….
Hi, Amy! Thanks.
Beautiful. Thank you.
Thanks for reading, Christie.
soaking it in and breathing a little more deeply
Many thanks, Brandee.
Wow, thank you.
Hi, Melody. You are very welcome.
Oh my… this was a gift of grace. Thank you for capturing this beauty.
Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.
Magdalene, from Magdala, which in hebrew means “elegant”, “great”, or “tower”… according to Wikipedia, that is. If this is so, then such a fitting title.
Sarah, I love the word ‘elegant.’
He came lighting the way
for her to stand and burn
That is what I want. So much.
Thank you.
“If we’ve only got one try
If we’ve only got one life
If time was never on our side
Then before I die
I want to burn out bright”
-switchfoot
RW, thank you. Its what I want too.
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So true. So beautiful, and strong, and gentle. Thank you for sharing your words.
Hearing this poem without the title and I thought of marriage. My tender and tough husband. He leads me a lets me shine. It turns our very ordinary life of going to Sams Club on Saturdays sound sweeter between us. He is a good man. Then I think of Christ, when I learn this poem is called Magdalene. And I still am not wrong.