SONG OF MARY MAGDALENE

Soft footsteps they were // But now they echo // By the sea of Galilee // I hear in the birds’ chirp // Your words of comfort and hope // But so cold and meaningless now. // Many come in and go out // Their own hearts heavy // As they come to comfort me.// I see the footprints // But recognise none that is Yours. // It is not Your footprints You leave in the earth now // But Your entire body. t.b.c.