After Reading the Gospel According to Mary Magdalene

Could it not be as poets
That we prophesy?
Divine mouthpieces,
As Socrates proclaimed,
This Peter,
This Mary.
God words spill
For those who will drink,
From you,
From me.
Both streams flow by truce,
Separate by agreement.
A river would be stronger,
A torrent of change,
But then love would need
To usurp agreement
And though we speak divine,
Our souls prove weak and mean,
and mortal.
We eschew deluge.
Jealousy and fear make a fork.
My news creates orchard valleys,
Yours makes the mountains green
But slowly, slowly
In a world very close
To over.

M.J. Tenerelli