You have found favour,
Mary, you have indeed;
come, you will bear a child
and Joseph is not the father.
You have found favour,
Mary, come; your neighbors
will question your purity
with rumor and gossip
and speculation, for as
long as you are in Nazareth.
You have found favour,
Mary, come; people will look
at your son and question
his parentage, always.
You have found favour,
Mary, come. Your faithfulness
will be questioned
and your husband pitied
and his judgment doubted
because he did not
put you away.
You have found favour,
Mary, come. The only thing
you have, your reputation,
will be taken from you
long before it is returned.
You have found favour,
Mary, come. Faith is
the cross.
I understand.
I come.
I am the Lord’s servant.
May it be to me
As you have said.
This poem is submitted to the One Word Blog Carnival hosted by Peter Pollock, where the prompt today is "come."
This poem is also submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. To see more poems, please visit dVerse Poets. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time today.
Painting: The Annunciation, oil on canvas by Henry Ossawa Tanner (1898). Phildelphia Museum of Art.
