Magdelene

I gathered the waters of the Gesthamene to wash your feet
I was your Magdelene:
And there’s nothing I wouldn’t do,
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.

I followed you to the desert
I brushed away the pebbles with my hair
to move the stones away from your small feet
I was your Magdelene:
And there’s nothing I wouldn’t do,
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.

When your mouth was dry
I put a wet cloth to your lips…
When you spent your thirtieth day in the wilderness
I was there.
And there’s nothing I wouldn’t do,
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.

And when they rolled the stone over you,
when they said you were gone and there wasn’t anything that I could do,
Bare-souled I walked among your children and all the love you left behind.
Like Magdelene I cried:
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do,
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.

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