Mary, you went hurriedly over hillsides,
Many of them, to be with aunt Elizabeth,
Whose womb also swelled with surprise
You, the woman of youth and vigor,
Weary from the long road’s rigors,
Wondering still about the mystery within. Elizabeth, wrinkled and wise,
Weary from the child kicking inside,
(already a hint of wildness in him.)
Many of them, to be with aunt Elizabeth,
Whose womb also swelled with surprise
You, the woman of youth and vigor,
Weary from the long road’s rigors,
Wondering still about the mystery within. Elizabeth, wrinkled and wise,
Weary from the child kicking inside,
(already a hint of wildness in him.)
'Visitation' by Sister Laura McGowan |
The two of you, meeting at the door,
weeping and laughing at the same time,
Each one gasping at the other’s fertility
And leaping between and among you,
those two frisky fetuses, yet to be born,
the prophet and One to be proclaimed Did they feel the love of your hospitality?
Did they swim and sway with your voice? Did they listen with tiny, eager ears to all
that passed between the two of you
in the days and weeks that swiftly passed
growing and feeding on your rich love? I don’t know which I’d have wanted more,
to be in one of those glorious filled wombs, or in the house of that woman-blessed place.
weeping and laughing at the same time,
Each one gasping at the other’s fertility
And leaping between and among you,
those two frisky fetuses, yet to be born,
the prophet and One to be proclaimed Did they feel the love of your hospitality?
Did they swim and sway with your voice? Did they listen with tiny, eager ears to all
that passed between the two of you
in the days and weeks that swiftly passed
growing and feeding on your rich love? I don’t know which I’d have wanted more,
to be in one of those glorious filled wombs, or in the house of that woman-blessed place.
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