MARY MAGDALENE’S DAWN
The mothering heart of God
beats in the silent dawn,
a pregnant pause
amongst the shadows of expectancy.
She comes,
hesitant, afraid,
yet full of love.
She, who embalmed his body with her hair,
fragrancing him with the perfume of her dreams,
now awaits the final touch,
the grief-insistent moment
– final parting.
Not to be.
Tomb empty.
Solitary gardener
watering the sun-streaked sky.
For her
Confusion,
Perplexity,
Heartbeat of pain
pounding,
drowning out the heart of God.
Almost.
‘Mary!’
Heart stopping but she hears.
‘Rabbouni’
The beating heart of God,
Reaching, embracing,
Enfolding her own heart.
Mothering
Bringing new life to birth.
Mr. G
Mr G's Ponderings 