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A RIVER SO DEEP by Krishna Rose

So many wise and wonderful women have been, and continue to be, overlooked in this world…

Mary Magdalene is one such beautiful woman. She was a wise and saintly princess in the line of Benjamin: one of the few who witnessed the crucifixion of Jesu, The Messiah, King of Jews. Yet, for the last 2,000 years she has been misrepresented in an unflattering light, and even called a prostitute. 

These last few years I have dedicated myself to researching and writing about her life. This song is Her song to Him. It takes us to the last supper, at which Mary Magdalene was naturally present. And to the brutal slaying of The Lord of Love upon the gruesome scene of the crucifixion. But Mary Magdalene never forgot. How could she? So, here, in this poem, I capture her tale of woe.


A River So Deep
by Krishna Rose

(This is an extract from Magdalene Speaks, from “A vision of The Last Supper”)

Our last goodbye
Was something I'll never forget
Those twisted hours
Where all the grace left
"Weep not for me I'm alive in the eyes of all of life"
He whispered to me 
As he said his last goodbyes

My heart like glass chalice broke
As thunder it roared
And lightening stroke
We lay our eyes on him for one last time
And cried a river

The candles burned so bright
T'was like a million suns
Bread lay broken
Wine was spilled
Without the light of the sun
A deep shadow was cast
The untruthfulness of our lives
Parted in the air 

Paradise shivered
The day he died
A river was born 
Oh the way she cried
"Weep not for me, I'm alive in the eyes of all of life"
Painting 'Mary Magdalene' by the author, Krishna Rose

Krishna Rose: Born in England, Krishna has been deeply moved by classic poetry, art and music. Having worked in the music industry as touring assistant to many famous rock stars (Aerosmith, Bon Jovi, Heart, Def Leppard, Ozzy Osbourne, Fleetwood Mac, Stevie Nicks, Richard Marx, Skid Row, Pearl Jam, Whitesnake, Robert Plant, Dio, Cinderella, The Scorpions, Stevie Wonder, Diana Ross and many more), she travelled the world. After many years of working in that industry, she took a life-changing trip to India, where she met her spiritual teacher Srila Bhaktivedanta Narayana Goswami Maharaja, the famed Yuga-Acharya of India.  Staying with him for some time, he told her to write and perform English songs in the vein of great poets like Wordsworth, Yeats and Milton.  Already a fan of classic poetry, Krishna Rose set about writing and recording three CD's of self-produced music: Beneath The Rose being the culmination of her music realized. Her music is available on her website here, or on Amazon here. Currently Krishna Rose is penning her first novel, "MagdaleneSpeaks", which she hopes will bring together people of various faiths, in true understanding of divine love, through the story of Mary Magdalene and Jesu. All illustrations and accompanying music for this long awaited book, will be by Krishna Rose. Connect with Krishna on Facebook here or Twitter. 

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 

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