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A Poem for Easter about Mary Magdalene -

A true disciple of Jesus

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(Iambic Pentameter)

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   I weep with those who’ve lost men they adored;

         Whose fathers, sons and husbands are no more;

         Their young lives spent by cruelties of war;

   By gunfire, bombs, by torture or the sword.

 

   I weep for those brave souls who, in their lives

        Faced death for values decent folk uphold;

        Faced hatred, degradation – things untold;

   Returned no more to family, friends and wives.

 

   I weep for Him who sadly paid the price

         For preaching love and caring to mankind.

         Who healed the sick, the leper and the blind.

   Did this, for other people, not suffice?

 

   “But weep no more, dear Mary, do not grieve.

        Look on me now, sweet lady, strong and brave.

        See, Death cannot contain me in its grave.

     I live today for those who can believe.”

WOMAN WHY WEEPEST THOU?

 

A Poem for Easter Day in Iambic Pentameter

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