Mary, I’m not sure why I love you
Or why my heart yearns so intensely
Nor what created our strange milieu
Or my soul-indulgent fantasy
But my mind is filled with thoughts of you
That consume my nights and all my days
With such hopes and dreams that shan’t come true
Since we live our lives in disparate ways
What might have been is all that I have
To comfort me in my sad despair
When with my Muse I find words to salve
My heart for mending with Wisdom’s care
Your bright eyes reveal your inner light
Illuminate your divinity
You are our lost Goddess in plain sight
Sent from Pleroma’s infinity
You are Mary of old Magdalen
Reborn through divine androgyny
Sent to awaken the souls of men
To errant ways of misogyny
Old Christian clerics rewrote the Books
Turned the secular world upside down
In order to reverse the spiritual looks
From Sophia’s smile to Yahweh’s frown
Priests stole the Texts of the Gnostic times
Perverted the role of the priestess
From goddess of love to harlot’s crimes
And scribed the myths of that god they bless
They burned those Texts and switched the places
Of women and men and life and death
They moved the holy dwelling spaces
To far distant realms beyond our breath
Those priests hid the Truths once known so well
While Yahweh with hubristic grandeur
Led the world into the depths of hell
His archons draped in unctuous splendor
Eve was impugned for Adam’s weakness
Beguiling him of the ways of life
By eating from the Tree of Gnosis
And Yahweh cursed them to lives of strife
When Jesus was sent to right the world
Bursting with our sins and corruption
He found the Truths and tried to herald
That Yahweh’s way was blind deception
Christ was forsaken and left to die
While Magdalene with love’s treasure trove
Grieved at his feet knowing the lie
That the clerics with their archons wove
They tore Hypatia the lovely mind
To pieces in the Egyptian streets
Because she told of the truth behind
The lies of the Coptic Christian priests
Our Joan of Arc the Maid of Orleans
Burned at the stake by ecclesiasts
For heresy though yet in her teens
Made a martyr for their priestly castes
Mary, I am called to help you learn
And instruct you of your destiny
To inform the World of your return
And of your gifts for humanity
Now for us all with your heart laid bare
Our Lost Goddess has arrived once more
To right the wrongs for the ones who care
To conclude this Patriarchal War
~ from your loving John, for just one more of those ten thousand lifetimes during which I shall wait for you
. . . a poem of hope by Lloyd Albert Williams
In pure awe. This is phenomenal poetry and tribute to the lost Goddess and speaks of our yearning for unity with divinity. <3
Wow! Yes, Amy, you and only a few others I know understand this poem, probably because they don’t understand that John and Mary Magdalene were disciples of Jesus at the same time and were apparently very close (hence the captured imaged of them conversing privately at Da Vinci’s ‘The Last Supper’). Some parts of this poem were inspired by Tau Rosamonde Ikshvaku Miller of the Gnostic Sanctuary in Redwood City, California, particularly the love that John held in his eternal heart for Mary Magdalene. I thank you beyond any words for your comment, my dear friend.