annunciation

 

At heaven’s high command,
a white-hot beam of purest light
penetrates time and space
to touch our tiny blue planet.

In a peasant cottage,
silence is muted by
an alien presence; the
whispering whir of mighty wing.

Flesh crawls with palpable terror
as the dazzling creature, a holy flame,
fixes its piercing gaze on one
wide-eyed, trembling maiden.

“Do not be afraid.”

Surprising, melodious words
uttered by molten-gold messenger
to an ordinary girl who pales
in wonder, what can this mean?

Glory’s courier speaks favor—
words of prophets coming true
Spirit of I AM will overshadow you,
virgin chosen to mother Messiah.

Her eyes lower, palms sweat,
as dry lips answer from her
wildly-beating, totally yielded heart,
she burns but does not disintegrate.

“I am the Lord’s servant.”

 

(Originally posted in 2012 as “advent: trial by fire”; later, expanded and focused. I was privileged to read this at our church Christmas Eve service, 2016)

7 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Kira
    Nov 30, 2018 @ 10:28:24

    Wow…that was powerful!

    Reply

  2. Hélène Vaillant
    Nov 29, 2018 @ 09:12:53

    Outstanding poem. Such beauty and wonder in the words.

    Reply

  3. adiscardedplant
    Nov 29, 2018 @ 09:11:58

    This is so beautifully written!! 🙂

    Reply

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