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 in your will,
Eve reborn, humanity to be redeemed
Through a child, from a virgin
Whose name is Mary.
This poem is based on the painting The Annunciation by Henry Ossawa Tanner, housed in the Philadelphia Museum of Art.