All night … I looked
I looked for him but did not find him.
I will go through the streets of the city,
I will search for him my soul loves.
The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city.
I asked them,
The angels pitied me.
They said to me,
“Search among the lilies…
He is not here!
He lies not in darkness
Nor in the folds of the cloth.”
But I could not breathe, so sick was I with love,
So I asked the gardener,
“Where have you taken him? Tell me!”
“Woman,” he asked,” why do you weep,
Your beloved is yours and you are his.
He feeds his flock among lilies.
…Miriam… Mary!”
“Rabonni!”
I rose, a rose unfolding, lilies opened at my feet
My love was so complete, my love was so complete
Grave flowers sprang up living, blossoming at our feet
Our love was so complete, our love was so complete.
In that love, I found him, I held him, and I would not let him go.
“Oh! Come to me, Miriam!…but cling not
Don’t grieve for the world past and gone..receive my Heart
Receive the Lily!”
Oh woman who brings the great tiding to Zion
Get thee to the high mountain…
Lift up your voice with strength
Be not afraid, say unto the cities of Judah,
“Behold your God! Behold your God! Behold your God!”
That Miriam found among the lilies.
* See: Song of Songs 3: 1-4a, John 20:11-18 ,Song of Songs 2:16, Isaiah 40:9
Note:
The relationship expressed in this poem is in the Catholic tradition of Bride Mysticism, explained here http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/09703a.htm
In no way do I intend to present any other idea about the life of St. Mary Magdalene, but that which the Catholic Church believes and teaches about her through Scripture and Tradition. (See http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/09761a.htm for a history of the Church’s thought on St. M.M., “Apostolora Apostolorum” Apostle to the Apostles)
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