Love (A poem for mary)

The angel Gabriel appeared unto the virgin Mary in the heat of her old age

On a dusty dawn in Galilee

To say that she will have a son

Jesus will be his name

But how

But why her

Mary 

Mary

He told her not to be afraid 

Ain’t it everyone’s expectation for a woman to be brave

She was favored he said

How 

Why

A virgin carrying the son of God

Do not be afraid 

Do not be afraid 

He said

He will do great things he said

The spirit of the Lord will move upon her

Was it a question, Mary

Did you have a choice

Did you doubt

Did you ever fear

What were your first words to Joseph 

What were your first words to yourself

A virgin carrying the son of God

Did favor ever feel like burden

Did the symphony of silence crescendo as Gabriel delivered the news 

Mary

Mary

His name will be Jesus

Jesus

They will call him the son of God

Did you know

You birthed a revolutionary 

A revolution

He will do great things 

Not everyone will love him

Did you know

Did you know

What a calling

Thank you, Mary

Did we ever thank you

For carrying the son of God in your blessed womb

The son of God they will call him

He will do great things

He will do the greatest thing 

And you will shed tears and witness

Did you know 

Did we ever thank you 

Thank you, Mary

Thank you