Poetry from the pen of Pat Marsh

Sunday, 9 December 2012

Encounter


hail
o favoured one
the Lord is with you

little more than a whisper
the voice was clear
and steady

do not be afraid

easy for him to say that
this radiant dazzling figure
who’d mysteriously appeared
out of nowhere

she began to tremble
felt her own
sharp intake of breath
before this strange figure
who’d rudely interrupted
her daydreaming

he had the shape and form
of a man
yet was
so very different
nebulous
shining
his features softened
by a shimmering glow
and he carried a presence
that emanated
an extraordinary peace

every nerve in her body
felt on edge
adrenalin
coursed through her
like a mighty waterfall
she felt in the presence
of something
terrifyingly beautiful
spell bindingly powerful
hugely frightening

and he said
simply
do not be afraid

absolutely nothing
could have prepared her
for what came next

you are to bear a son
one who will reign
over Israel
forever

he will be the Son
of the Most High

you are to call him
Jesus

her mind raced into overdrive
a heady cocktail of confusion, questions
arguments
random tumbling thoughts                                           

and then
after a split second
that felt longer than a lifetime

relief

it was all a mistake
this terrifying encounter
had to be a mistake
he had the wrong girl
it couldn’t possibly
be her
she’d never slept with a man

but he ignored her protests
carried on

the power of the Most High
will overshadow you
and make you pregnant

your baby will be holy
the Son of God

the power of the Most High?
a holy baby?

a million emotions
battled for attention within Mary
she wanted to run like the wind
from this conversation
pretend it never happened
get back to being ordinary

and then an echo of ancient scripture
voiced itself in her head

the virgin
will conceive a child                                                                            

and suddenly
this crazy scenario
all seemed impossibly possible

could it be true
that she was the chosen one

and though she didn’t begin to understand it
knew she could never deserve it
had no concept of the consequences
she wanted to laugh, cry, dance
all at once
wanted to tell everyone
about the angel

and she knew
there was only one response
she could make

she heard herself speaking

I am the servant of Adonai
let it be to me
as you have said

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