Mary, did you marvel at the sight of an angel in your room?

Did the hair on the nape of your neck stand on end - in fear, in fascination, in dread, in tender curiosity?

Did you consider saying no?  Did you blush or panic or with 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 to your maiden ear.

Why else would you have listened?
How else could you have listened?
Unless it was the sound of heaven that kept you still.

And while he waited for your answer, were you thinking that your life was over?

Or was it just the beginning?