For the Light to Spill
Mary Magdalene was watching, in
plain sight, as I put Light under
my stony tongue, the cave of my
mouth closed in mourning –
I thought I would be mourning, I
was mourning, and I couldn’t see
Mary Magdalene, and the other one – what
was her name? Mary? Sure
They watched the soldiers seal my lips,
roll a stone between my teeth in
fear of a ludicrous promise. In
plain sight, they could see the light leak
from between the cracks of my sealed
lips, but I was mourning,
I was mourning, and I could
not speak
I am a cave, with Light beneath
my tongue. It is shining, and I
am waiting, waiting, as Mary
Magdalene watches, in
plain sight, waiting
waiting
for the seal to burst
for the Light to spill
Lord, help us understand the ways that you work in us and through us. Help us see the light within. Let Your light flow from our mouths and our hearts and give us patience as we wait for your promises to be fulfilled. In Jesus name, Amen.
Rachel Runesson