After Luke 1: 46-55
A young girl, from
a no-account town,
a girl who accepted
the messenger and
the message even with
the personal disaster
portended, accepted
with joy.
And she sang her song,
and she sang our song,
for we receive
the messenger and
the message
in the same way, not
counting the earthly cost.
And she sang our song
for the one who’s done
great things for us,
for the strength he’s
shown us, for the mercy
he bestows.
And she sang our song
for the scattering of the proud,
for the fall of the mighty,
for exalting the humble,
for feeding the hungry.
And she sang our song
for the remembrance
of his mercy, for the help
he’s provided, for the promise
he’s made to us, the offspring.
And she sang our song.
Photograph by Vidar Nordli-Mathisen via Unsplash. Used with permission.
Some Friday Readings
What If He’s Faithful? – Glenna Marshall.
Online Conversation: Words Against Despair with Christian Wiman – Tom Walsh at The Trinity Forum.
Death Song – poems by the Venerable Bede at Kingdom Poets (D.S. Martin).
An Invitation to a Different Story: A Review of Letters to a Future Saint – Alex Sosler at Front Porch Republic.
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