Magdalene's Message

Merry Christmas, everybody.

It's a wonderful time of year.

Giving, loving, community,

a time to way lay fear.

You know, I knew Jesus.

He was just a bloke.

A very special bloke.
All wisdom, love, and jokes.

He told me I was God's child,

despite that I'm a girl:

he said that men tend to spoil things

because they think they own the world.

He told me he had a wound
from where his kindness came;
he told me the source of his wound
was his Father's pain.

He told me he loved man,
woman, child; every living soul.
He said all he wanted to give us
was a chance to be happy, and whole.

He told me that God

means whatever it means to you.

God could be a kiss,

or a bible bound in blue.

He taught me God forgives a sin

but he holds good acts in high regard.

He won't drag the sinner down,

but he lifts a hero up.

You can be a hero, you know.

But first, you gotta save yourself.

Because others look to you,

that's how you save somebody else.

With la-la-la-la-love.

Sit around the table, eat, feast.

Fill yourself up with life.

Too much death makes man a beast.

And who am I, you ask.

I'm just a woman. A woman

who loved Christ. A sister to him,

a friend, confidante, lover, wife.

And, so, Merry Christmas.
Let's remember why we remember,
and try to live each day in peace,
not just on one day in December.