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.