Jesus got home after a long tiring day. He looked exhausted. A bit sad.

Had stopped at the market for dates and smoked fish.

Magdalene greeted him with a kiss in the lips and a closed embrace.

They could feel each other intimate parts. Jesus washed himself.

Magdalene set the table with two plates and glasses of water.

Magdalene asked Jesus about his day. He said it had been frustrating.

Could not get people to understand the importance of the coming

times. There were instances when they laughed at him. Pointing at him

with their index fingers. In spite of that he kept on talking. And talking.

He knew didn’t have much time left. His circle of destiny was closing on

him. His fate. Had been feeling it in his bones. The wind had been

reminding him. The stars at night. The pouring rain too. The agitated

sea waves. The look of all those people asking him for a favor.

The despair and anguish received tearing his chest. Needed some rest.

Magdalene took him by the hand. Gently pulling him towards her on

the rug. Removed his dress and massaged his shoulders and neck.

Little by little Jesus relaxed and fell deep asleep. The moon was shining

bright through the window. The weather was placid and fresh. She

hugged Jesus close. While scratching his long black hair. Smelled his

neck…and realized smelled fresh…as if he had taken a bath in the river

before coming home. He smelled clean. As his heart. She sang him an

old lullaby song. Softly. Jesus smiled. Magdalene let go her arms as she

fell asleep herself.

EO