Morning Poem: The Annunciation
Mary, did you marvel at the sight of an angel,
did you find the hair on the nape of your neck standing on end
in fear, in dread, in fascination, in tender curiosity?
Did you consider saying no?
Did you blush or panic
that you could rush out the door
into the cool spring breeze
and forget it ever happened?
Hail, Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee,
he said in his angel voice
that must have sounded like heaven
in your maiden ear.
Did you think your life was over
or just beginning
at the news of your impending motherhood?