Meeting St. Mary Magdelene Again

There was a man
At a bagpipe concert,
At the church where the light spire
Reaches to Heaven,
We were walking out
Passing the Last Supper diorama
When he rushed back in,
Pointing directly at Her
While looking directly at me
Exclaiming: “Is Mary Magdelene there?
She wasn’t really there, was she?
If she was, it was only as a servant girl,”
But there She was,
Resplendent in Her compassion,
Glowing in Her lovingkindness,
Attending to Her Beloved
With the Knife of St. Peter at Her throat,
As we walked out
He continued to lament:
“Only the Apostles were there,
Only the Apostles were there!”
Until we stopped,
“My friend, She was the Apostle
To the Apostles,
The Disciple that He loved,
To whom was given The Gift,
Betrothed to the Son of Man,
Don’t despair in Her but find peace.”
Atop the light tower She stood
Looking down upon us,
Smiling.