Poem: “Magdalene’s Grief” by Harmony Harman

 I found my home 

within his heart – 

the same heart 

that flowed 

with living blood, 

pulsing, beating, 

a muscle, a rose, 

a body made real, 

seeded by God.

 

And now, that heart 

is silent.

 

For many years since, 

I have found my home 

in his silence, 

in the emptiness 

of the cave, 

in the long, quiet path 

between the questions 

and the answers, 

 

between reaching for his touch 

and feeling his fulfillment – 

his hands, once more, 

upon me, decades 

after his death, 

his hands made of sun 

still resting upon 

my grieving, luminous heart.

 

Source: Found online.