Mary

What links Mary Magdalene, Mary and each one of us is passion- a desperate craving; the purest of its kind.An idea , a thought, a belief that we cling on to as we lose grip of what is and what isn't.We carry it around in us every waking hour and vouch for it in our dreams.We linger by its tomb, long after the world killed it... and when the world points fingers and the fallen mock us with stinging facts, we rebure with this string of hope that links us- hope that miracles happen, like the impossible is as close as tomorrow, like it happened yesterday.Somewhere through infinite time and space, through the myriad portals in and out of reality and dreams, a faith lies rested on a promise- a faith capable of moving mountains and splitting seas!