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.