Advent
Overture
Might Gabriel have gasped in wonder
at the task entrusted him:
To be herald
of God's generosity and deed
that would clothe all majesty in
humility!
Did he quail
to bring such request from eternal
divinity
to an earthly child's mortality?
Did he hesitate
at the sight of the fragile virginity
before him,
fearing whether this frail womb
could bear God's weight
and contain infinity within its
walls?
Then resolutely
Gabriel's greeting broke upon Mary,
plowing furrows
in the fertile silence of her soul
so God's word might be planted there
like seed in a readied field.
Did the angel tremble then
while waiting this child's answer,
anxious that she not refuse?
And then she gave consent.
The seed was sown,
the Word conceived.
God found home upon the earth
and would receive a mother's warm
embrace.
Perhaps Gabriel sighed in relief
with task accomplished
and the angel-hosts of heaven sang
their joy at her reply
(and already hide their faces in
reverence at his flesh
soon to lie naked against the raw
wood of the manger and the cross).
Then silence folded in again
around the virgin child
as Gabriel took leave of her.
But she was not alone,
for with her fiat Mary's heart
had begun to beat in unison (and
full accord)
with the One now growing in her
womb.
Copyright (c) 2003 by Jeanne Kun
Used with permission of the author.
