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Poem of the Month for April 2008 |
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This poem highlights Mary Magdalen, a woman who I feel is much overlooked in the Bible, but who was constantly by the side of the one who she loved so much – Jesus. She stood by him, when his male disciples fled; she watched him die, and was amongst the first of the mourners at the tomb. Many women weep for the men in their lives who are taken from them because they have stood up for what they believed was right, and Mary Magdalen would empathise with them as this happened to her.
This poem highlights Mary Magdalen, a woman who I feel is much
overlooked in the Bible, but who was constantly by the side of the one
who she loved so much – Jesus. She stood by him, when his male
disciples fled; she watched him die, and was amongst the first of the
mourners at the tomb. Many women weep for the men in their lives who
are taken from them because they have stood up for what they believed
was right, and Mary Magdalen would empathise with them as this happened
to her.
This poem, not only highlights the fact that she was the first to
realize that Jesus had not died, but that she saw clearly that he still
lived, and this is why it is more important to concentrate on the empty
cross rather than the cruxifix, on Easter Day, I think. This poem is
written in iambic pentameter with rhyming that was popular in
Petrarchan sonnets: abba etc
WOMAN WHY WEEPEST THOU?
A Poem for Easter about Mary Magdalen - a True Disciple of Jesus
By Josie Whitehead
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 –
Return 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, sweet 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.”
Copyright 2008
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