A poem on Luke 1:39-56
Through hill and vale, with Haste she went,
to see her kin before first Advent.
Both had the Joy of pregnancy,
for God had Blessed them abundantly.
When Mary’s voice touched Elizabeth’s ear,
the babe within her Leapt up to hear.
Then she was filled with the Holy Spirit
because the baby sensed Christ’s Advent.
“Blessèd are you,” Elizabeth cried,
“among all women—Magnified!
How comes it so that I should see
the Mother of my Lord to visit me?”
Then Mary spoke, her heart ablaze,
“My soul shall Magnify God’s praise!
For He has looked on my Lowliness
to honor me with His Holiness.
“From age to age, they’ll call me Blest,
for on my bosom God’s Son shall rest.
He scatters Pride and casts them low
while raising up the Low to grow.
“He fills the hungry, starves the rich,
their hearts forever a bottomless ditch.
His Mercy He always remembers
because of the Promise He made to our fathers.”
Three months she stayed with Elizabeth,
her Faith a steadfast monolith.
The Song she sang, so pure and true,
still sings in our hearts each week anew.
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