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Air Hope Love And Magdala

Air, Hope, Love and Magdala Sad breath of April, and hot noon, when at 3 PM, a cross stands in Golgotha
Whipped and lashed scars bleed, there is flesh and skin
Now here today, what has changed?
When you still mock and strut your wicked, wicked ways
I saw they were too proud to do the parade, they thought was mardi gras - and so before the holy Wednesday - the party and blast of dancing in the streets
Across time, waved leaves on air - the breath of noon still hot and waiting
So incomplete and insincere - like the dust on my forehead
Not solemn and free - unlike the kites
The highways are empty and gleaming hot, April heat blows air
Until Sunday - at dawn in a baby's crying I awake leaping in joy
going to the tomb -
The altar is a tomb where all the dead rise and pray here.
Moments of solitude all creatures work until eternity
He is risen.
And so Like Magdala - I anointed perfume
feet, thighs, loins, body, his face and hair
They're cold but the daze in his eyes gets warm in my heart
The air ha…