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Apostle to Apostles
The Feast of Mary Magdalene
Whose loving eyes were verdi-gris,
Her body smelled of Jessamine.
She ranked among Apostles high,
Amongst them all the “Favorite”
Who with the Lord saw eye-to-eye.
To sing of outcasts of her sort,
The pariah, the Sinner Magdalene,
So highly favored of the Lord.
She stayed with Him upon her knee,
When the disciples’ coward band
Ran, when He hung upon the tree.
Appearance with no one to share
For all her love and loyalty,
For at His passion she was there.
All took to flight and ran and hid,
But not so Mary Magdalene
Who proved her mettle and her grit.
Not to disciples’ fickle crew,
To preach and counsel to the rest
Of followers, - Gentile or Jew.
And the disciples found their wit,
There was Apostle Magdalene
Illuminating dull esprits.
Who’d left the master in the lurch,-
She counseled them as prophetess
'Ere yet established was the church.
Apostle to Apostles fair,
Be our teacher, coach and dean,
And take us wayward in your care!.
