Annunciation

Hail, Highly Favored,
Sacred Ordinary!
Lowly peasants, handmaids,
God-bearers are we.

The Image of God
in the Womb of the Mother~
This, dear Sisters,
dear Brothers;
our common beginning;
the bond of family.

Fruit of Earth
and Dust of Star; we are
blood-born, love-launched,
propelled by the Very Spirit
of which we are made.

Wingless wanderers;
we tell the tale
again and again,
with words and groans,
with kisses and moans;
our Foundation is laid
in the Annunciation of Love.

A Blessed Feast of the Annunciation to All!
~Cheryl Anne