Friday, April 24, 2009

Mary's Resurrection

Upon a graven cross
to bear, she
splayed in birthing pose.

Crowds in vestment
defiled in shame,
her suffering laid bare.

Crimson tears,
milky pearls
lay nesting
after flight.

Treatise lies
as gospel truth;
pelting stones,
forbidding fruit.

Magic flourished
in the night...
sweeping by
light of Moon.

Wizened ones
who dare to speak,
The Golden Chalice
knows her place.

Ophidian dancers
rise again,
exalting her,
the Beloved One. 

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