SUPPOSING HIM TO BE THE GARDENER

The Mary Magdalen Suite

BORN AGAIN - HER FIRST UNRECORDED DEATH

Mary is Baptised by John in the River Jordan

a villanelle

He holds me as a cup of trembling,

from the depths of Jordans night,

wordless from his hands to morning.

Wars, rumours of war, plots and scheming,

I have shed seven burdens, now contrite,

he holds me as a cup of trembling.

Now a woman to His kingdom coming,

high above me clouds of nimbus light,

wordless from his hands to morning.

Galilee in golden air is shining,

in walnuts, figs and olives bright,

he holds me as a cup of trembling.

From these waters I am rising,

into the mystery of ecstatic flight,

wordless from his hands to morning.

On the crowded shore, His face Im finding,

from the depths of Jordans night,

he holds me as a cup of trembling,

wordless from his hands to morning.

MODERN MARY

 

an English sonnet

 
 

My future is alive and secure

in your imagination. Once, I know

I was marginalized as the poor

penitent and represented low

gutter girls and then was pressed into service

as a saint

a patron for prostitutes

and half-way houses. But God suffice

to say, cannot anymore wear a mans suit.

 

I bring my femininity to the Divine

and an immediate and personal encounter

with transcendence. And there always was an

authentic me. Independent, alive, for

my future is a alive and secure

in your imagination: safe and sure.

 
© 2020 Jeff Guess