Gabriel lies not

'not yet girl, but soon,' he promised,

answering questions, never intoned,

by a child, a thing of beauty,

a creature blessed, a life weighed down.

 

she waits, she ponders,

but neither desire, nor lust,

comes a'knocking, at her virgin solemnity,

ne'er a sign, she waits, she ponders.

 

there! a flutter, a kick,

a robust thump, of an extra heartbeat,

ne'er did she imagine, the joy, the love,

Mary; the Lily of the Valley. 

Author's Note

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