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The Other Mary
In the end of the sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the
first day of the week, came Mary Magdalene and the other
Mary to see the sepulchre. Matthew 28:1
In the cages of the temple at Jerusalem
where doves are sold
in perfect white pairs
she is gray.
All her life is like that
Men speak in the market stalls
of rain on a distant mountain
and just like that
She is a kernel of wheat
that curls into itself
and grows inward
till no one comes to her for bread.
She can’t thrill with the ways she has fallen
for she’s never more than stumbled.
Her sins are undistinguished.
The garden of the sepulchre
is not her plan on an ordinary morning
But the the earth has been shaken
where she stands
the broken sky come down in the dawn
to kiss a savior to life.
She wonders about a sleeping beauty
kiss like that, a frog prince of a savior kiss
No lips have brushed her dirt-floor days
The angel glows like a spectre
his wounds already healing.
He reaches up with one hand
pulls the dawn down to her lips
and she loves to be the other Mary.
Copyright© by Nathan Harms