Wednesday, December 21, 2016


Twice Mary pondered,
    maybe more,
    but, at least twice.
    Once when the angel came
    again, when the shepherds came.
So, pondering is what she did,
     at the pointed intersection
     of sacred and profane.

'Tis always a risky place
    to stand,
    this holy crossroad,
    the sound of God's voice,
    the cry of human need.
Much to ponder there,
    everything changes,
    nothing stays the same.

With heart still pondering
    she went,
    needed to see
    the spoken sign,
    something impossible.
What pondering started,
    faith finished,
    a thing hoped for, now seen.

(Luke 1:29)

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