The Real Lady
I would love to call
Mary Magdalene
and ask her to lunch
to discuss what it was like back then
to know Jesus
to know redemption
to be a woman of earthen means
naked to the lust
of those same sketchy gentlemen
who judged her
Wondering why she is at the foot of the cross
praying
And they all gossip as to how she feels
shameless enough to do that
they use her
then discuss her like she is a vacant soul
and yet
Jesus looks across to her, not down
his hanging on the cross is for her redemption
as much as it is for those who profess being
Christians
and then find the most hypocritical vices to live
lies
dishonest derelicts who should be hanged
next to Jesus
with the two thieves
Mary would be a great conversationalist, I think
she would probably even offer
to pay for the meal
I wonder if she was invited to the Last Supper
but felt she would be out of place
and perhaps
being the most human, the most real of them all—
she might have been.
erin-cilberto
Mary Magdalene has always felt to me like Jesus, most loyal follower. Even if she wasn’t at the Last Supper, I can imagine her being the one who set the table and prepared the meal. She feels like an everywoman – someone who carries the judgment and misunderstanding that so many women have faced, whether for past mistakes, perceived flaws, or simply for not fitting society’s expectations.
I don’t believe she was a prostitute. I think she was a strong, capable woman who may have simply been ahead of her time. People judged her and labeled her unfairly, but Jesus saw her for who she truly was – a good and faithful person. And really, that’s what all of us should strive to be. Great write, j
Thank you….I don’t believe it either…but people get labeled…and usually by ones who have no room to do that if they look in their own closets for skeletons.
Powerful work, my friend.
Thank you, Thomas.
j.
Powerfully penned, Jacob. Not to mention she penned a gospel that was left out of the Bible, of course it was. A lot of sexist men in power, who never wanted women to be treated equally. Just my opinion. lol. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Gee, much like today.
Thank you, Damian. I appreciate you visiting my writes.
j.
Well said, my friend. How can we possibly know those buried under thousands of years of dust, when we do not know those who live among us, friends we see and hear, and touch, who share our very houses, not even those who stare blankly back from mirrors?
What an enigmatic poem for an enigmatic figure. Perhaps it shall unravel the collective misunderstanding of the centuries and provide a new light for her.