A rare and dangerous flower, blood
Blossom in my palms, feast for doves,
My soles leak, fingers fractured, nails
Unite me in passion with Christ, that
Great burden of humanity mine for but
One moment, midnight shakes, he lifts
Me down from the cross, kisses stigmata,
And I know wine of God's wrath and love.
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The Diary of Mary Magdalene: Poems from Christ's Wife
PoetryMary Magdalene writes on her love for Christ. And follows him to Hell. And back again. (A collection of poems, prayers, and meditations from the year I walked with the Lord.)
