Virgin of virgins,
how shall this
be?
For neither
before thee was any like thee,
nor shall
there be after.
Daughters of
Jerusalem,
why marvel ye
at me?
That which ye
behold is a divine mystery.
So young to offer
God your innocence
you, human
nature’s solitary boast;
mother, of the Son
of God, the host
you are obedience,
giving no offense.
Through such a
one, the Holy Spirit comes
from heaven to
earth to turn things upside down;
the mighty from
their seats of power are thrown,
the self of God
incarnate in your womb.
The meek shall
rise, and peace shall come on earth.
The lowly folk on
the periphery,
they, in your
arms, God’s very splendour see
when the Father’s
only Babe, you birth.
Your life makes
possible the purposes of God
You, more than
other women, we applaud.
Harold Macdonald