Voice: Nothing is impossible with God, Miryam! (The wool drops from her hand)
Miryam: (Barely audible) I am afraid. Please, please help me.
Voice: This little child will grow to be great. He will be called the Son of the Most High.
Miryam: My LORD!
Voice: God will give him the throne of David.
Miryam: (whispered) Everyone has been waiting.
Voice: His kingdom will never meet an end.
Miryam: (still puzzled) It can’t be. I am not pregnant because I haven’t known a man.
Voice: The Holy Spirit will come upon you, fill you, fill your womb with this Life! Your child will be holy.
Miryam: But how?
Voice: Nothing is impossible with God.
Miryam: (standing and raising her arms to heaven) Behold, I am yours! Let it be done, God, let it be done to me, according to your word.
(The blue light fades away. Mary sits down at the spinning frame and her head sinks down against it.)
Miryam: (praying softly as she runs her fingers across the purple wool thread) Let this happen and give me strength. (sighs) Ohh, this will make me like the tabernacle cloth I am weaving, Yahweh touching earth. And, I am to be the mother …. (she cries)