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Advent Poetry: Listener (#8: Second Week)

listener…

Righteous, blameless,
Shamed by her disgrace,
Elizabeth, in humble awe,
Turns to face

God’s mystery,
From a teenage form—
How does she know within,
That Messiah is to be born?

Without fanfare of Angel,
No dream or sign to guide,
She understands the mystery—
Her awe she cannot hide.

With humble words she wonders,
Why “mother of my Lord,”
Would come to her,
And so receives
The greatest of rewards.

Oh, Father,
At dawn of this new day,
Make me a listener
To understand the mysteries
You place upon my way.

copyright, 12/16/2017 by Ruth Tuttle Conard —Indianapolis, IN

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