Oh, do not try to make it ordinary
or even think of credibility -
this visitation by the angel
or many
to shepherds in their freezing fields
or Mary -
no: I see hosts of snowy wings
descending in impossible sweeps
of power, I see
faces taut and gleaming, and those
piercing eyes that penetrate the soul
so that breath fails, and when it
passes there remains a vacuum -
and perhaps just a single
shining
feather.
©C.M.M. 12/11
Dedicated to the choir of St Thomas, Fifth Avenue, for their singing of A Babe is Born (Matthias)
I've used a different picture here of the Annunciation from the one I used on blethers - though nothing I could find quite matched the vision I had!
