Before Gabriel
said another word, she knew
her life was over.
She’d hid her belly,
yet her cousin’s child knew the joy
she held in her womb.
He was a good man
who followed his shame towards
grace he couldn't see.
Short of breath, Mary
pushed through the blinding rain, cramps
blisters on her feet.
Through mountain trails,
Mary trusted the small voice,
despite howling wolves.
Driven by cold winds
they find refuge in a cave,
warmth among the beasts.
The angels rejoiced
when even shepherds were called
to witness glory.
Kings from the east chased
a star toward a future
they couldn’t imagine.
At sunrise, her wails
changed to tears of joy for her
child born from the light
About the Creator
Geoffrey Philp
I'm a Jamaican writer. I write poems, stories & essays about climate change, Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley, haiku & haibun. I've published a graphic novel for children, "My Name is Marcus." For more info, visit: https://www.geoffreyphilp.com/
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