Thursday, March 26, 2009


She stands there,
Watching, waiting,
The wind rushing through
Her long, dark hair.

An angel appears,
Surrounded by fire,
A radiant white flame.
"A child is coming."

Her child is born.
She rejoices in life,
Kissing, cuddling
Simply loving.

Her child grows up.
Strong, handsome,
Kind, caring,
He'd make a fine husband.

Her child starts a fire,
Loving, defending,
Praying, speaking,
All for the least of us.

Her child is killed,
Suffering, bleeding
Wounded, weeping
"King of the Jews."

God asked her a favor.
She accepted a request,
And watched her son
Save humanity.

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