Magdalene’s Black Rose

Poetry of Love

O My Mary

O my Mary, my high tower,
The One who is above,
The One who is below,
The one who holds the perfection,
Of the Divine Blueprint forever,

Come, to me my Mary,
My Love wraps you round,
Like a cloak of victory,
Like a garment of Paradise.

We rock in a great chair,
Like children playing in the sun,
We laugh and chase like kittens,
We dance with or without music,
For it is our Love that moves us,
That flows through us like a river.

O my Mary, my high tower
The One who is above
The One who is below,
All false evidence of matter,

O my Mary.

Jesus/Issah
10-6-10
Mary McChrist

Magdalene’s Black Rose p 134.