Jesus

Little child, taken up into the sky

With Mother Mary Magdalene travailing;

Who, like Elijah, came the second time.

Mary pushes forth her child.

The child gets swooped up

Into the clouds,

And so does Mary Magdalene

Who is given wings to fly.

I see her at the park

So beautiful, Mary Magdalene;

As though she had never sinned

As though born from the very earth of Zion.

She travails, filled with the Spirit

And our Savior is to come.