Maria Maddalena by Pietro Perugino


Mary Magdalene

I wish I had been there with you
to share your excitement and your joy
when you discovered the empty tomb of Jesus.
You crowned your emotions with tears.
Though He had shared His truth with you,
your faith was shaken by irrational fear.

You had seen Him nailed to the cross
and though you knelt on the ground
your heart and soul were glued to His
and His agony became your agony.
A disciple’s symbiosis with Her Teacher
or the indivisible Power of Love?

Whatever it was He choose you
to be the first to learn of His Resurrection,
even if in your bewilderment
you could hardly believe your eyes
and your heartbeats drummed you deaf .
But then you ran like a gazelle to share the news.

I wish I had been there with you
to witness the boldness of your heart
when you first met Him and showed your generosity
scandalizing those who lived by the rules
but had no clue of the vastness of Love.
Of the Love as the source of all Life.

You endured the discrimination
because of your being a woman,
humble, yet independent and strong
and with an uncommon acumen.
They spoilt your name by calling you a sinner,
but in Jesus’ eyes you were a pure flower.

And this flower still blooms to this day
in the hearts of those who came to know you
through the written word and through faith.
Yes, I wish I had been there with you,
but see, the truth is that now you are with me
as a living example of how true Love should be.


Love,
Margherita

Beautifully done, Margherita.
Thank you for sharing your words and your faith with us.

Love,
Sylvie

Dera Margherita,
Thank you for sharing Pietro Peregino's beautiful poem. I really enjoy reading this.

Love,
Vicky

Thank you for sharing Margherita.
This is absolutely beautiful.
Like Vicky, I enjoy reading it.

Love,
Sue

Thank you Margherita,

This is truly beautiful.

Love, Inda

quote:

Mary Magdalene

I wish I had been there with you
to share your excitement and your joy
when you discovered the empty tomb of Jesus.
You crowned your emotions with tears.
Though He had shared His truth with you,
your faith was shaken by irrational fear.

You had seen Him nailed to the cross
and though you knelt on the ground
your heart and soul were glued to His
and His agony became your agony.
A disciple’s symbiosis with Her Teacher
or the indivisible Power of Love?

Whatever it was He choose you
to be the first to learn of His Resurrection,
even if in your bewilderment
you could hardly believe your eyes
and your heartbeats drummed you deaf .
But then you ran like a gazelle to share the news.

I wish I had been there with you
to witness the boldness of your heart
when you first met Him and showed your generosity
scandalizing those who lived by the rules
but had no clue of the vastness of Love.
Of the Love as the source of all Life.

You endured the discrimination
because of your being a woman,
humble, yet independent and strong
and with an uncommon acumen.
They spoilt your name by calling you a sinner,
but in Jesus’ eyes you were a pure flower.

And this flower still blooms to this day
in the hearts of those who came to know you
through the written word and through faith.
Yes, I wish I had been there with you,
but see, the truth is that now you are with me
as a living example of how true Love should be.

Thank you dear Sylvie, Vicky, Sue and Inda for your loving replies.
Dear Vicky, the wonderful painting is Pietro Perugino's work, I love the picture, truly one of the best I found online, there is this wisdom and light shining through and strength, combined with a certain vail of melancholy.
The poem is a creation of mine. I cherished the thought of writing of Mary Magdalene for quite some time, I have always loved this woman disciple. I had read also "Secrets of Mary Magdalene" by Dan Burstein and Arne J. De Keijzer. And yesterday finally I felt inspired to take the pen, letting my heart whisper the feelings Mary Magdalene evokes in me.

Thank you again.
All my love.
Margherita

Another amazing painting by Piero Di Cosimo, (Italie 1462-1521) (1490, Sainte Marie Madeleine, Galerie Nationale d'art ancien, Rome)

Dear Margherita,
Thank you for sharing your feelings.
Nothing that I can say will do justice to your beautiful words.

Love,
yoko

Mary Magdalene I wish I had been there with you to share your excitement and your joy when you discovered the empty tomb of Jesus. You crowned your emotions with tears. Though He had shared His truth with you, your faith was shaken by irrational fear. You had seen Him nailed to the cross and though you knelt on the ground your heart and soul were glued to His and His agony became your agony. A disciple’s symbiosis with Her Teacher or the indivisible Power of Love? Whatever it was He choose you to be the first to learn of His Resurrection, even if in your bewilderment you could hardly believe your eyes and your heartbeats drummed you deaf . But then you ran like a gazelle to share the news. I wish I had been there with you to witness the boldness of your heart when you first met Him and showed your generosity scandalizing those who lived by the rules but had no clue of the vastness of Love. Of the Love as the source of all Life. You endured the discrimination because of your being a woman, humble, yet independent and strong and with an uncommon acumen. They spoilt your name by calling you a sinner, but in Jesus’ eyes you were a pure flower. And this flower still blooms to this day in the hearts of those who came to know you through the written word and through faith. Yes, I wish I had been there with you, but see, the truth is that now you are with me as a living example of how true Love should be.

This is so very beautiful dear Margherita!

And, amazingly, I have been reading "The Gnostic Gospels" which includes:

quote:

As the Gospel of Mary opens, the disciples are mourning Jesus' death and terrified for their own lives. Then Mary Magdalene stands up to encourage them, recalling Christ's continual presence with them: "Do not weep, and do not grieve, and do not doubt; for his grace will be with you completely, and will protect you." Peter invites Mary to "tell us the words of the Savior which you remember." But to Peter's surprise, Mary does not tell anecdotes from the past: instead, she explains that she has just seen the Lord in a vision received through the mind, and she goes on to tell what he revealed to her.
-page 15,The Gnostic Gospels, Elaine Pagels

CHRIST APPEARING TO MARY MAGDALENE IN THE GARDEN (NOLI ME TANGERE)
Prado Gallery, Madrid
http://www.gutenberg.org/files/19143/19143-h/19143-h.htm

LOVE AND LIGHT BEING, Teo Do (Re, Mi, Fa, Soul...)

Thank you also dear Yoko and dear Teo for your loving comments.

Dear Teo, I succeeded in opening your picture, it is beautiful too and that moment of "Noli me tangere" (Touch me not, or in another greek translation it sounds: Do not cling to me ... for I will soon ascend to my Father ...) was really the apex of that encounter and of prime importance for Christianity, it was the proof that He had risen.

A truly fascinating event and WOMAN.

Love,
Margherita

Dear Margherita, I am truly sorry. I don't know how I could make such an embarrassing mistake.
I should have known that it was your very beautiful writing.
I think I was just really tired that morning.

Love,
Vicky

Thank you Margherita.

This is absolutely beautiful.
It really touches me.

Love,
Gisele

My Margherita!
Your poem is beautiful..thank you for sharing.
Some nights...I lay awake and wonder just how Mary Magdalene felt watching her son, nailed to the cross, and then to see him rise again! I wonder...
is it much the same as when Hank was ill, watching him suffer, and then to this day, he remains in good health!
I think of her often and pray for her guidance, assistance and thank her for her presence in our time of need.
Your poem is awesome..thank you again for sharing!

Beautiful Margherita....and look at the lovely, holy images that you have helped to bring here.

Love,
Eric