In the days before the aves rang
She carried empty earthen jars to water,
Baking golden bread and dreaming the wispy dreams
That young girls create in their waking hours.
A young man has smiled upon them, and a fine home
Will soon will be their very own domain of earthly bliss,
Even housing perfect little children of their very own!
Mary, ...Mary, ...an angel spoiled your peaceful plans! –
God has a special job for you to do. Your baby boy
Will change the whole world, his name will shout of love!
Tomorrow hangs on a fragile thread: Your yes, or no to God.
The famous words, “Behold the handmaid of the Lord”,
Brought no flashing lights or piercing bugles blasts!
Life went on, and no one knew the miracle developing in her womb.
That part of the earth had to be a special place to her, as
The fears of uncertainty, and the joys of motherhood bloomed.
The quiet days of brooms and bread and household chores
Accomplished with her own rhythm of movement.
And all the while loving more and more each day,
Joseph and her precious little boy.
Love and service walking peacefully hand in hand,
Heaven and earth entwined in a rainbow of mutual love.
Do we, too, have aves? – Is there a special job for each of us to do?
Will some angel speak to our heart, whispering the task
That God asks of his handmaid? – A miracle every day?
Without detracting from Mary’s unique role, can we somehow
Speak with angels? - Even more miraculous, can we bow
Our heads and whisper, “Behold the handmaid of God.”?
Faith and angels make the kingdom explode with love! Amen!
Sr. Phyllis Carpenter, SAC
Painting of Mary by Ron DiCianni