Mary Magdalene [1]

When she saw Him there
where death could not bind Him
with love radiating out of His face
she was blessed among all women.

Somewhat perplexed she wanted to touch Him,
wanted to make Him (her own) for a moment
and she looked into the eyes of God
and an eternity passed for her
while she stood in front of the Lord.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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