Monday, January 09, 2017

Annunciation 3


The angel brings a lily.
What does she need of this,
When Gabriel’s words shall hurl her
Into a strange abyss?

The angel brings a lily
And brings a word so vast
This step is the beginning,
It shall not be the last.

The angel brings a lily,
Its scent is sweet and strong,
And thoughts and dreams and wonders
Surround her in a throng.

The angel brings a lily
Though frosts still grip the ground.
For only in bright heaven
Is such a flower found.

The angel brings a lily
More white than the new snow
Purer than her heart’s yearning,
For anything below.

The angel brings a lily
Can she decline such gift?
When the world’s hope is offered,
She answers clean and swift.

The angel brings a lily
And in that moment’s span
She glimpses the great marvel
Of God becoming man.
The angel brings a lily
As fresh as morning air;
Her faith borne up like eagles
She bows her head to dare.

The angel brings a lily
She is the chosen one.
She marvels, all-consenting,
The mother of God’s Son.

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