Holy, more than saint,
humble Magdalene,
in this Via Crucis
along which I’ve taken you,
you have been witness
to all my failure
and watched quietly
my faith break down.

I wanted to give you everything,
what you deserved,
but could offer
nothing but crumbs.
And so tonight
that I give everything up,
Magdala, forgive
this last bitterness.

My empty hands
don’t seize but shadows;
my eyes among shadows
see only shadows.
And in this madness
of shadows and death,
my fate is sealed
and wish you well.

Let tonight be,
much to your torment,
the last night,
the end point,
and may my pulse, still,
leave the doors
of freedom open
to your wings.