The Word
Made Flesh
Mary, pregnant virgin!
Of what did you think
as you carried God beneath your
heart,
bone of your bone,
flesh of your flesh?
Did you dream of
Israel restored
and David's son upon a royal throne?
II
Mary, virgin mother!
Of what did you think
as you gently laid your babe
against the manger's wood?
Did you already see his infant hands
(bone of your bone,
flesh of your flesh)
stretched to the beam of a cross,
nailed to the wood of a tree?
In your son's birth cry
(God's word given voice in the wails
of a newborn),
did you already hear the last cry
that would be wrenched from him
at death:
“It is finished”?
III
Mary, full of grace!
Of what do you now think
as you gaze upon your son in glory,
his wounds still pleading on our
behalf before the throne of God?
For Jesus,
bone of your bone,
flesh of your flesh,
has triumphed over sin and death
crushed the serpent's head.
Blessed are you, Mary, among all
women
and blessed is the fruit of your
womb!
Copyright (c) 2006 by Jeanne Kun
Used with permission of author.
