She was called Magdalene,
from Magdala’s shore,
a woman of shame,
a possessed whore.
Turned repentant
when she met
the Man whose feet
she kissed and wept.
Unashamed,
she spoke His name—
forgiveness asked,
forgiveness came.
A seed of faith
began to grow,
and from her soul
the past let go.
Apostle to twelve,
she ran with truth—
no crown, no throne,
no gilded proof.
She bore His word
through tear-streaked eyes,
the first to see
the Son arise.
She was called Magdalene,
fierce and free,
a soul who saw
what few could see—
a sister in
the mystery.