POEM: A KISS AND IT'S PRELUDE

 

Giovanni Girolamo Savoldo -Mary Magdalene,1535-40

 

Gathering my skirts of devotion

You may feel air and absence 

do not be confused 

Even my silence is a prayer for you.

You heard me, 

crying for a home I don’t remember 

now I understand 

 you were a blessed door

I needed to push and bruise through

to enter a new kind of burning

How can I not love you?

through rain and thorns, 

a petal that led me to the garden?

There used to be a difference

crying out God’s name and yours

now there is none-

actually just one

I would tell you,

but I don't share secrets with just anyone.