I'm the sinner of Galilean Magdala,
The watering place of my youth.
I've came to hear him speak of love
And learn his mystic truth.
Seven devils besieged me
In the darkest hours of the night.
The evil madness evaporated
In the presence of his light.
My sweet rabbi, friend and teacher
Is a selfless soul, yet aware.
I kneel again before him
To wash his feet with my hair.
My eyes fill with the saltiness
Of a mighty windless sea.
A wave of loss rose to a crest
Crashing on my inner memory.
A wind blew warm inside,
As his Spirit washed me clean
Like mud wiped from a crystal
I shine as his Mary Magdalene.
He tutored me with patience
In the ways of a sage kabbalist.
I voyaged with the Magi
Under France's moonlight mist.
Anointing Marseilles in his truth
Sweet as myrrh from an alabaster jar.
Rumors of our Devine, Sabbeth bed
Shine as a lustrous morning star.
Standing upon Marseilles cliffs
My breast merge with a body of wind
I felt my Master gently caresses
The nape of my neck and ebony skin.
His celestial love is my rising wind
A resting place for a tired heart-string
In the storms I see his deep, dark eyes
The skies thunder - I love you Magdalene.
