The Passion of Mary

The wind and rain attacked the hill and th' tree
Assaulting th' hangéd human's beaten face.
She looked up from her knees upon th' outstretched
And piercéd arms, tormented, dying.
She cried out, voice and tears submerged by th' storm,
To her lover now profaned, abandoned:
"O why has all we've worked for fallen t' this?
O Jesus, why, why have you come to this?"
"O Mary, truest follower, my devoted,
How could we not but follow th' Way?"
The rain like nails a-hammering pierced his flesh.
He gasped for breath against the howling wind.
"Recall ... recall that woman who secured
Her doors except ... except that one unused.
Then coming home one day she found her home
... her home invaded, occupied by thieves."
She wept at th' whispered, tortured words.
"She suffered violation terribly."
"Thus so we must secure our holy Way.
I have performed a necessary work --
Even though proconsul & high priest allowed
Me opportunities to save myself --
O had I tak'n them! Only if I'd taken them!
Our work for God, our Mother, would have died.
Behold my commitment! Follow me!"
He wept, "O Mary t' be with you and ours ..."
"Our child, O Jesus, who now squalls for you
And th' other in me, are they to follow too?"
"O God, O why have you forsaken us!"
The heavens roared a thunderous lament.
And Jesus died ...
And Mary wailed ...

The storm dissolved and Mary wept and wept.
Joseph appeared and ordered th' guards to cut
Him down and bring the Lord to his own tomb.
His Mary, drained, just stumbled after them.
But Mother Mary rushed ahead of her
And grasped her son in agonized lament.
In th' tomb, dear Mary prepared his body.
But Mother Mary cried upon Joseph,
"O Send away th' seductress from my son!
Her children aren't of th' holy pure dear son.
Divinity's his lot, not her profanity!"
Yet, Mary, concentrating on her lover,
Continued th' cherished, loving labor.
"Joseph, I give you th' cup of his final meal.
It'll be the holder age to age of him."
"O Mother Mary, th' cup I'll take from you
To keep and pass from age to age: a mark
Of Jesus' sacrifice and Incarnation ..."
He moved to face the holy widow:
"A mark of God's complete, immersive life
Among creation, body, soul and mind,
Disdaining no aspect of our existence,
A mark for Mary: th' Grail of Holy Blood."

Reviews

[Black Star Adept]

Very intersting! Loved it

[Lyn Anderson]

And it was a woman who birthed and raised the Lord Jesus, and women who wept and cared for his body, and first saw him raised from the dead. I perhaps took something different from this than others did, for there was more than one Mary in Jesus' life.

[Susan Beth Horvath]

This was beautifully remarkable!

[Matching Socks]

Great write from your pen ( or finger tips).

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and strong use of words. You made Mary come to life and I could feel her passion and sadness. It was a sad day for us and the mother of Jesus. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote