by Mary Harwell Sayler
“Rejoice,” the angel said to me.
“The Lord is with you, blessed one.”
Yet I wondered how that could be.
Could anyone conceive God’s love,
much less His Son?
“Receive the power of
the Most High, Mary, for with God,
nothing is impossible.”
Fear left me then on wings
until my spirit, soaring, sang,
expectantly awaiting anything –
conceivable or inconceivable –
the Lord would bring.