A Song For Mary Magdalene

O woman of the gleaming hair,

(Wild hair that won men’s gaze to thee)

Weary thou turnest from the common stare,

For the shuiler Christ is calling thee.

O woman of the snowy side,

Many a lover hath lain with thee,

Yet left thee sad at the morning tide,

But thy lover Christ shall comfort thee.

O woman with the wild thing’s heart,

Old sin hath set a snare for thee:

In the forest ways forspent thou art

But the hunter Christ shall pity thee.

O woman spendthrift of thyself,

Spendthrift of all the love in thee,

Sold unto sin for little pelf,

The captain Christ shall ransom thee.

O woman that no lover’s kiss

(Tho’ many a kiss was given thee)

Could slake thy love, is it not for this

The hero Christ shall die for thee?