She stands in the silence,
Beyond the rage of nations,,
Stands on the hinge of history,
And an angel waits her answer with respect.
Her hands are too small to hold the world,
Her life too ordinary for glory,
And the silence folds her in,
Heaven hanging breathless for her answer.
What thoughts spin through her heart?
She stands, breathing through the breathless moment,
And feels her world shift, change,
Caught by the love in an angel’s eyes,
Choosing love, not fear.
In her consent the pain and promise meet
And the wind that blows where it will
Wraps the still point of her womb
And life joins hands with death.
Let us enter into her yes.