And she sang our song

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.