A poem for the Annunciation
Time awaits with bated breath
What eternity hath known.
Nature quakes, and struck is death
Where the Angel’s word is flown.
Earth knows not, may not regard,
Only she who is addressed
By the message strange and hard,
By all generations blest.
Only she is witness here
Troubled with a change of life,
Troubled with a bitter fear,
Set in midst of deadly strife.
She who sees the Angel now;
She the living babe will view,
See the nations to Him bow,
Ponder all things old and new.
She will hear her son command
Death and sickness, hell and sea,
Hear the crowd His life demand,
And his tortured corpse shall see.
She shall know His risen face,
Be the Spirit on her poured,
Enter into heavenly grace,
Be for ever with her Lord.
“Yes” is spoke! Nor turning back,
What she knows, and what’s unknown,
Glory, puzzlement and lack,
Cast alike before God’s throne.