O COME, O COME, EMMANUEL! Mary Magdala's Lullaby for her beloved Iesous

O COME, O COME, EMMANUEL!
Mary Magdala's Lullaby for her beloved Iesous


HUSH NOW, MY BELOVED,
BALOOLALOW!
DON'T BE AFRAID, MY DARLIN',
MY SPOUSE, COME TO MY BREAST,
I MAKE SURE, OUR ENEMIES DO
NOT GIVE YOU AGAIN ANOTHER BLOW,
AND I WILL GIVE YOU AS MANY A
BREAK AS YOU NEED FROM ALL
THIS WARRING AND UNREST!

LET ME SOOTHE YOU, AND LET
ME FEED THEE WITH THE MILK
OF MY LOVE THAT GOD GAVE
ME ESPECIALLY FOR THEE IN HEAVEN
ABOVE, AND THAT LETS MY SKIN
FEEL LIKE SILK AND LETS THE
CREED FLOW GENTLY OUT OF
MY BODY LIKE THE RIVER LEE.

AND OVER THE DEEP BLUE SEA
THE THOUGHT OF ME AND MY PRAYERS
FOR THEE WILL SWEETEN
EVEN YOUR TEA INFINITELY MORE THAN
A HALF-SPOON FULL OF SUGAR
AS I AM ALSO FULL OF HONEY
THAT IS UNIQUE TO ME AS I AM
THY ONE AND ONLY BUSY BEE.

AND THOU ART THE MOST HOLY DRONE
AND TOGETHER WITH OUR BELOVED
BROTHERS, THE MAGI, AND THE REST
OF THE HOLY FAMILY, WE ARE NOW
BRINGING TO AN END THE WAR THAT
WAS BUT AN ILLUSION AND JUST
A GAME OF MIND'S INTRUSION
THAT WE NOW TRANSFORM
THROUGH OUR EVERLASTING
LOVE'S INFUSION FOR ETERNITY.

I KNOW YOU HAVE TO CUT OFF THOSE,
WHO HAVE VOWED TO SERVE ONLY EVIL
AND THEY WILL BE AT A LOSS, WHEN
THEY FIND OUT THAT THERE IS NO DEVIL
EXCEPT IN THEIR MIND, THAT YOU
WILL NOW BRING NOW FOR THEIR
PURIFICATION TO THE GRIND, SO THAT
THEY CAN THINK ABOUT, WHAT IT
MEANT FOR YOU AND ME AND THE
WHOLE OF OUR HOLY FAMILY,
WHEN YOU DIED FOR THEM ON THE CROSS.

OH, MY BELOVED IESOUS, MY ETERNAL
SPOUSE, MY KING, MY LORD EMMANUEL,
HERE I SING TO THEE MY ETERNAL LULLABY
WITH MY MOST GENTLE SMILE AND WITH
MY EYES SPARKLING FROM THINE EVEN IN
THE DARK, WHEN OUTSIDE STILL DOTH
SING FOR US THE WREN AND THE LARK.

AND NO MATTER, HOW MUCH THEY TRY
US TO KILL, WE KNOW, HOW TO COMFORT
EACH OTHER, F.EX. BY LIGHTING CANDLES
ABLAZE ON OUR WINDOW SILL ,
AND WE ALSO NURTURE MANY A FAITHFUL
SISTER AND BROTHER AS WE ARE TO THEM
ALSO LIKE A FATHER AND MOTHER,
WHILST WE SHARE OUR LIFE AS THE
ETERNAL MOST LOVING HUSBAND AND WIFE
IN HEAVEN AS ON EARTH FROM YOUR ALMIGHTY
FATHER'S HOUSE AND OUR
OWN KITCHEN HEARTH.

OH, MY BELOVED, COME, OH, COME,
EMMANUEL! MY DARLIN' IESOUS,
PLEASE, LET US BRING THEM ALL HOME,
ALL THE TRIBES OF ISRAEL, NO MATTER,
WHETHER IT WILL BE FROM
A GODLY HOUSE WITH A DOME OR
AROUND OUR KITCHEN TABLE.
BUT WE SHALL NO LONGER ACCEPT
THE HYPOCRISY OF THOSE, WHO
TRY TO TRANSFORM A CHURCH INTO
A BINGO-HALL OR A HIPPODROME -
AS THAT IS MAN-MADE CREATED
EVIL IN THE LURCH.

I RATHER SING TO ALL OUR LULLABY,
AND SHARE WITH THEM A THOUGHT
OR TWO, ON HOW TO SOOTHE
A HUSBAND OR WIFE OR A CHILD,
WHEN IN FLOODS OF TEARS FOR FEARS
THEY CRY, AND I TEACH THEM GLADLY
AND FREELY, HOW IN IRON WROUGHT
LETTERS OF LOVE ONLY THEY CAN
STEP INTO YOUR FOOTPRINTS
OR SHOE.

OH, MY DEAR HEART,
MY BELOVED SPOUSE JESUS SWEET,
PREPARE OUR CRADLE IN MY SPIRIT,
AND I SHALL ROCK THEE, FATHER AND THY
SON, IN MY HEART,
AND NEVER MORE FROM THEE DEPART.

AND I SHALL PRAISE YOU EVERMORE
WITH ALL MY SWEETEST SONGS TO YOUR GLORY!
THE KNEES OF MY HEART I SHALL BOW,
AND I SHALL ETERNALLY SING FOR THEE
BALULALOW.

Sigrid Agocsi
Epiphany 2009

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