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With trust, Miryam took that
fearful step
from simple joy as “little
girl”:
to the throbbing task of being
human,
and pulsing into womanhood.
From home with Anna and Joachim,
from angels’ care in the
temple’s hall,
interrupted by El’s divine plan
…
she recoiled, startled in her
pensive mood.
Busy at the task of spinning
thread,
Gabriel came running, sent to
enthrall
a hurting world with Yahweh’s
love, a Son …
the long-promised gift of Mighty
God.
“The angel said to her,
‘Rejoice,
the Lord is with you.’” In
these words, all
time stopped. “Blessed are you
among women!”
“Troubled” she wondered … was
this from God?
El’s mouth spoke: she had “found
favor with God.”
It made no sense. “You will
conceive … shall
call His name Jesus.” He will
be Son
“of the Highest” – of Jesse’s
rod.
How to fathom? Her son would
“reign over
the house of Jacob … forever!”
It will
have no end! She pondered this
design …
like all prophets who heard the
call and hid.
Trembling, she whispered … “I
don’t know a man.”
But her heart “knew.” “The Holy
Spirit will
come upon you … overshadow you.”
Then
… thrusting into Shaddai’s love,
she nodded.
Shema, Israel … Adonai, our God!
Her chair, now the seat of
wisdom. The still
in her womb filled: the temple a
virgin.
She agreed. “Let it be done to
me.” El’s Word
dwelt in warmth of flesh,
divinity kept
in a new ark. Life’s waters
which God called
“sea,” earth’s new fruit, and
every being
… shine now in the sustaining Light of God. |
