"And why am I so honored, that the mother of my Lord should come to me?"
(Luke 1:43)
(c.1517)
Raffaello Santi
(Raphael)
(1483-1520)
Italian painter and architect
of the High Renaissance
She came to me, the mother of my Lord,
and grinned with amazement at the sight.
All creation with me seemed to roar.
Grey-haired, belly swollen like a gourd,
I stood to kiss her in the morning light.
She came to me, the mother of my Lord.
Her voice, as she crossed the threshold of my door,
rang through my womb-from a great height,
all creation with me seemed to roar.
The baby leapt-tethered only by the cord.
the joy coursing through us! I shouted outright.
She came to me, the mother of my Lord.
Already she faced her share of the sword
She who believed all God said would be, might-
All creation with me seemed to roar.
Blessed one! With your yes you move us toward
the home we long for, and all things made right.
She came to me, the mother of my Lord.
All creation with me seemed to roar.
Visitation Villanelle
(2019)
A poem by Sarah O'Brien
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