Magdalena

Five loaves and two fish greatly multiplied
to feed the waiting masses, weary now
from travel, sitting calmly, occupied
in thought and reverence. I wondered how

mere mortal man accomplished such a feat,
without the use of trickery. I knew
that He was Christ, elected to complete
prophetic scripture laid down for the Jew.

In awe, I kissed His feet, my long brown hair
had dried the tears my eyes failed to contain
in flashback, at the cross. Yes, I was there;
head veiled in black, a shadow in the rain.

When wheat is separated from the chaff,
it's at this time the faithless cease to laugh.