Poetry by Jennifer Sorensen – 9/18


Bear Witness

Genesis 1:27
“So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he them: male and female created he them.”       

Genesis 1:31
“And God saw everything that he hath made and behold, it was very good.”  

Two versions of creation of man and woman in Genesis:
“in the image of God created he them,” and
“the rib, which the Lord God had taken from man, made he a woman.”
Which one do you know best?
Behold, God saw that it was very good;
who are we to judge?

And who was it that came to the tomb of Jesus, in the dark, after Sabbath, in the rising of the sun?
Who was it that witnessed the womb of Christianity, the rebirth of Christ?
Mary Magdalene, Mary – mother of James, and Salome.
Three women and only these women sought to anoint and honour the body of Jesus.
Three shrouded women walking briskly, quietly, fearfully in a dark and lonely hour
as the wind blew sand and nettles; as wild dogs yelped behind creaking black trees.
Full of grief they walked; carrying spices for one whom they loved.

And to whom did the risen Jesus first appear but Mary Magdalene.
And when she told his disciples, they believed her not.

These are the voices we need to hear.
Not the judgment, possession, politics;
Not what to wear,
when to bear,
and who to care for.
Not the voice of him who does not believe what you are saying.
But the silent words of three women whose witness was not heard.
Disciple, follower?
Who gets to choose?

And perhaps there’s a Mary within you, man or woman, who has come to honour and anoint your God.
And perhaps God sees all that is good and has removed the barrier within you,
waiting inside the womb of who you are.

I woke early this morning, in the dark.
I went to honour and anoint those whom I love.
To serve and bear witness that behold, this is good.
And when I arrived, the sun was rising.
And I was frightened for the door that stopped me had been moved.
A voice whispered from within that dark chamber and it said,
“Be not afraid.”