Thanks for taking care of this crazy man Jesus.

He is around town telling people the End is near. Which I have no idea

what he’s talking about. He has this group of twelve men following

him wherever he goes. Feeds a thousand people with only a basket of

of bread and another with fish. It’s crazy. His eyes are to reckon.

No one has been capable of holding his eyes face to face for more than

a second. There is this aura, halo of unaprochability before him. He

seems untouchable. We don’t know why. We assume he finishes his day

exhausted and eager to go home to you.

I’ve seen you many times walking by carrying water from the well…

The trail of your body scent leaving a wave of desire as high as the

the waves that break down at the beaches of the Sea of Galilee.

Numbing my senses.

I have longed to have you. But something keeps me away from

approaching you.

Sweet Magdalene. Take good care of our good man, Jesus.

EO