From our archives. we offer for this Advent a poem composed originally for the Feast of the Annunciation, but also apt for this season in which we anticipate the coming of the Savior of the world, born of the Virgin Mary in abject poverty, ignored by the powerful, disdained even by His own, who were unable to find room for Him in their busy, important lives.
But the shepherds came and adored Him. After two millennia, what shepherds will come? Who will adore?
Hail Mary, Temple of the Trinity!
Hail, full of grace, the Lord is with thee,
Art thou astonished at His deference?
Fear not, for thou hast found grace with God.
Thou shalt conceive … and bring forth a Son
Thou shalt call His name Jesus.
How shall it be?
(Mindful of thy chastity)
And yet . . . it is thy purity draws Him down
Captivated by thy pure and humble love
Thy Creator awaits at the door of thy will,
The Holy Ghost shall come upon thee
. . . the most High shall overshadow thee . . .
the Holy born of thee shall be called the Son of God.
His will is clear
. . . moved by His will alone . . .
Behold the handmaid of the Lord
Be it done unto me…
The Architect of earth and heaven
Thus closed Himself in thy pure frame.
At thy “fiat” the Almighty Word
leapt down from heaven
The Sword of Truth wrought death to death,
Obedient, He vanquished disobedient pride.
And the Word was made flesh and dwelt among us,
peregrine, March 25, 2004
~ posted by evensong, for love of the Immaculata
Vouchsafe that I may praise thee, O Sacred Virgin! Give me strength against thine enemies!
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