Through treacherous paths, they fled in haste, Three Maries seeking refuge, leaving behind their sacred place. Jerusalem, once vibrant, now shrouded in fear, Their hearts heavy with sorrow, their spirits veiled in tears. Mary Magdalene, a beacon of light, With Mary Salome and Mary Jacobe by her side, They sailed upon the turbulent sea, Guided by faith, trusting in destiny. Their boat, a vessel of hope and trust, No rudder to steer, no sails to adjust. Yet the winds whispered ancient songs of solace, Guiding them towards Provence, a land of grace. Upon the shores of Les Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer, The holy women found solace, dispelling all fear. In this tranquil haven, they sought sanctuary, Their devotion and love, a sacred testimony. Mary Magdalene, with wisdom profound, Shared teachings of love that echoed all around. Her voice, like a gentle breeze, stirred hearts so deep, Her words, a melody, lulling troubled souls to sleep. Mary Salome, with fervor and zeal, Spread the gospel’s message, her faith revealed. Her words, like fire, ignited divine sparks, A testament to the power of faith, lighting up the dark. Mary Jacobe, with steadfast devotion, Nurtured the seed of faith, with unwavering emotion. Her gentle touch, a balm for wounded souls, Healing hearts, making broken spirits whole. In Provence, they found a place to rest, A sanctuary where their spirits could be blessed. Their presence, a beacon, drawing seekers near, To the sacred land where miracles would appear. Their journey, a pilgrimage of faith and grace, An odyssey of love, leaving a lasting trace. The Three Maries, their devotion renowned, A testament to the strength that love had found. So let us remember these holy women’s plight, Their journey of hope, their courage shining bright. For in their footsteps, we find inspiration, To live with love and embrace divine revelation.
