A WOMAN, CALLED (Second Sonnet to Mary, Mother of God)
by Marie Elena
And who would take my word, this pregnant teen,
Who claimed an angel visited my room,
To tell me God Himself had set the scene
To place His Very Son inside my womb?
And how could I say anything but “Yes,
Be done to me according to Your word.”
And how could I be anything but blessed,
When first The Living Word within me stirred.
And how was I to know that God’s own Son
Would start His life inside a feeding trough,
And end on crucifix (would anyone?),
Exploited, battered, bartered, “crowned,” and scoffed.
And when I think my womb shared blood with God,
Who gave me life? I’m humbled, blessed, and awed.
© Marie Elena Good, 2017
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Wow, Marie, I missed this that year. This is so beautiful, and I am also in awe of the young girl’s reply to God amid the wreck He was making of her ordinary world.
Oh, to be so willing.
Thank you, Damon. Yes, I am in awe as well. Hard to imagine. Merry Christmas to you and yours!
This is beautiful, Marie. I don’t understand how some people say that we should not honor Mary, chosen by God.
Thank you, Patti! I couldn’t agree more.
“… shared blood with God…”
Awestruck.
I don’t know why that aspect never dawned on me until yesterday, when I wrote this. I’ve never heard teaching on it. Nobody talks about it. And yet, as you say, it leaves me awestruck. Merry Christmas to you and Sue and the “kids,” with so much love.
So well stated.
Thank you, Sheryl. I tried to kind of get inside her head a bit. But goodness, it’s just unimaginable.