A bright light turns the night

of my chamber into day

and pries my eyes open.

What do I see?

A being lit from within,

a giant whose voice

is quiet thunder.

“Fear not,” he says, too late.

I quake, rubbing my eyes

anxious to wake

from this dream.

“I am Gabriel,”

says the voice, more soothing now.

“I bring a message from God.”

Trembling, I rise

ready to listen.

Still, what am I to make

of his amazing words?

That I, a virgin,

am to be mother of Messiah?

All things are possible

with God.

The truth of it

falls on me like rain.

I slowly drink it in,

then lift my arms,

surrendered.

“I am yours, Lord.

Do with me as you will.”

He wraps his light around me.

I am never the same again.