Hope reborn: A poem for the Visitation.
After six months the biting fear began,
In my old body growing tired, the babe
was still, no sign gave that he lived.
My unborn hope lay stillborn in my womb?
An evening came, and, in the starry dusk
I heard a call. At once my baby leapt
and utter joy filled all my blood and bone
As She approached, the Mother of my Lord.
How this to me, My Lord's great Mother came?
My silent spouse was trembling at the sight.
My mother's sister's child made great the Lord!
O Adonai, O Elohim, The Word!