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...written on 2008-07-16, @ 12:23 p.m.
And if someday I'm Mary, crying over that prone body than let me take comfort in the good I have brought and find misery in the evils I failed to face. If someday I am the mother than let me too lie prone as he and suffer the fates of the masses. Because I too am of those masses and so that suffering belongs to me as well. I will court it and hold it as all do. No single voice can save us from those crosses we bear because in the end we shall all feel forsaken and be born again from that.
But let me also be Mary Magdelene. Let me be both Saint and Sinner. For I too have fallen and faltered in my path and I too deserve happiness. And let me walk into his arms and be welcome for I too deserve forgiveness. I, too, deserve the love of another whether he be Saint or Sinner.
And if my love begets betrayal than I too deserve that. For I am each thrusting spear, each glaring rivalry, each punishment, each marring tail on his back. I am punisher and punished.
Yet none shall judge.