A poem based somewhat on the novel by Dan Brown |
The Da Vinci Code Re-visited A golden chalice never held the blood we so revere nor did a male Disciple love him more those who sought to tell the tale paid penalties severe for not accepting Mary as a whore Justified yet vilified, like Jesus she was slain but bore a child before the deed was done she left behind a legacy pre-destined to remain though Pope and Church denied the truth as one Throughout the ages some have kept the secret safe and sure and others left bold clues for us to find knowing in their deepest soul that this was something pure they tried to open eyes that had been blind Legends helped to slide the story into myth so deep that even scholars failed to recognize a truth so plain and simple it would make a dead man weep were he to see it with unbiased eyes Some sang tales of Holy Grails that many more have sought but none have ever found, or so they say Templar Knights, Italian Artists, are but some who fought to keep the tale alive for us today So here, dear reader, is that truth which many would deny the vessel that contained the blood was she who bore the son of Jesus Christ, our Savior in the sky and Mary Magdalene will set us free! C. Lon R. Bruso |