Sunday, December 15, 2019

Elizabeth Speaks

The flesh is fading, but the love is strong
And wonder overwhelms my every breath;
For who am I to walk in miracles
When, humanly, my womb was only death?

I did not hear the wild angelic words:
What do I know of angels and their ways?
Yet he, my learned husband, is struck dumb
While my lips open wide to sing God’s praise.

I do not know if it is shame or pride
That bids me hide myself from careless eyes
The while my body swells with burgeoned life
And all my soul’s a-tremble with surprise.

There is a knowing deep, deep in the bone,
Where all my living comes down to this place:
This life in me that reason can’t explain,
This aged flesh a temple of his grace.

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