The Stars Of Death Stood

Mary Magdalene Beat Her Breasts And Sobbed, His Dear Disciple, Stone-faced, Stared. His Mother Stood Apart. No Other Looked Into Her Secret Eyes. Nobody Dared.

This Cruel Age Has Deflected Me.

It Was A Time When Only The Dead Smiled, Happy In Their Peace.

It Is Unbearably Painful For The Soul To Love Silently.

Who Will Grieve For This Woman? Does She Not Seem Too Insignificant For Our Concern? Yet In My Heart I Never Will Deny Her, Who Suffered Death Because She Chose To Turn.