Wrapped in perfect silence,
She was immersed in prayer,
Quite unaware an angel of
The Lord was standing there.
He called her name out softly,
“Hail Mary, full of grace.”
His greeting filled her with alarm,
As she returned his gaze.
“Be not afraid dear Mary,
You're chosen to fulfill,
God's plan to bear the Saviour,
Naming Him Emmanuel.”
“You know I am a virgin,
How then can this be true?”
“By the Spirit’s powerful presence,
And God overshadowing you.”
“I am the Lord’s handmaiden,
As you’ve said, so may it be,
According to God’s Holy Word
And His plan for me.”
Not even for an instant,
Did she contemplate,
Refusal to the angel’s plea,
Nor did she hesitate.
Heaven's gates flew open,
Angelic choirs sang,
With her fiat, Divinity,
Took on the flesh of man.
Today we honour Mary,
As the Mother of our race,
God’s exquisite masterpiece,
Adorned with matchless grace.
MYRA D’SOUZA / 11.1.1999
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