Friday, April 22, 2011

Jesus Weeps




How many times I died
I lost count.  With every plea,
I gave a piece of me.

Water into wine, men’s madness 
cast upon swine—miracles
emerged from flesh,
blood, tooth, bone.

She was the only one
who loved me.

I died a thousand deaths,
was reborn when she kissed
my feet with her hair.

© Ami Mattison

For G-Man's Good Friday Flash 55



11 comments:

  1. ooo...nice way to go controversial ami...hehe...ironically my fav passage is of the immoral woman annointing jesus feet...the both of them would have smelled of her worship for days...hmm....

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  2. I think I would have Loved Mary Magdalene as well.
    Fantastic Good Friday 55 Ami..
    You sure can write with The best of them!
    Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Easter!

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  3. they understood each other in their honesty... i love the story of the woman washing jesus' feet with her tears - much devotion and passion in this act..have a lovely friday ami

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  4. Lovely poem, Ami. The Magdalene is an interesting figure to me, and I like the way you've treated her here. It's a question these days whether she was ever a prostitute, scripture merely stating Jesus cleansed her of "seven demons." What is clear is her transforming love and devotion, as you've portrayed beautifully here.

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  5. I loved this. From the swirling insanity to the simple act of humanity. Just beautiful.

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  6. ...and do we really know who Mary M was and what her relationship was with Jesus?

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  7. Love those last lines. I was gonna write about Jesus today. Maybe tomorrow.

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  8. Beautiful poem. Great tribute. I am glad I finally had time to come over.

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  9. So beautiful...the last stanza is gut wrenching in its simplicity.
    Loved it!
    Cheers

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