A Meditation on Henry Ossama Tanner's "The Annunciation"
Yet you do not blink.
In the intimacy of a bedchamber
Your soul is awakened from sleep
Fragile flesh before angelic brilliance
Your rumpled night sheets tossed aside,
You listen in peace with your whole self
To the question that will define history.
Holding its breath for your answer,
All heaven pauses.
"LET IT BE DONE TO ME..."
Here it begins.
In such utter simplicity,
In quiet strength, at the appointed hour,
With the rippled rungs of time at your feet,
And the broad lines of history at your back.
At the balance of His grace and your will,
Eve reborn, humanity to be redeemed
Through a child, from a virgin
Whose name is Mary.
-J. Michael Sparough, S.J.
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