Reflections for

Fourth Sunday of Advent, Dec 24, 2017

2 Samuel 7:1-11, 16; Luke 1:46b-55 or Psalm 89:1-4, 19-26; Romans 16:25-27; Luke 1:26-38


Mary, Mother

She was just another village girl
olive fleshed teen dressed
in desert brown
sneaking out to meet up with friends
on familiar paths of Judean Hills
Until an angel swooped in
a rush of wings
like a bird of prey
left the girl drenched  
ravished by the Word of God
The attention it brought
the way people talked . . .
Friends wouldn’t recognize her now
robed in gold and larkspur blue
nimbus round
her porcelain head
Just a girl
fretful child
strapped to her back
walking dusty hills
singing  dreaming
of the night
when he would sleep


The other annunciation

What if there was another girl
To whom the angel did not come,
One who said, every day, “I am ready.”
She woke, she dressed, she went to the well
to draw water.

Still no flutter of wings
No gifts delivered in the dark.
No sudden lights.
Just ordinary grit and labor.

She knew the stories—Samuel, Miriam.
The power of, “Here I am.”
She wiped sleep from her eyes.
Readied the day. Waited.


Revised Common Lectionary © 1992 the Consultation on Common Texts. Used by permission.