by Luis G. Dato
Like Magdalene, that lovely, mundane heart
who sinned, yet in her sinful heart had room,
In all her sin and orgy worth her doom,
For Jesus from whose feet she did not part.
To her, a sinner, love was not an art
Nor artifice to fawn on Jesus whom
She loved in truth in the surrounding gloom,
Where Cupid ruthless slays with practiced dart.
But Magdalene a magic armor wore
And from her fall unto new life revived,
Repentant and contrite her heart she bore
To Jesus, Master sweet, and so she lived.
Even will you, O goddess I adore,
So brown, by kindly Jesus be reprieved!
