The angel Gabriel was sent from God to a city of Galilee named Nazareth, to a virgin betrothed to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David...And the angel said to her, “...Behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall call his name Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. And the Lord God will give to him the throne of his father David, and he will reign over the house of Jacob forever, and of his kingdom there will be no end.”
A man aflame,
a messenger, still,
burning and unconsumed
as the memory of Horab.
Shimmering, holy
ground once again.
And she alone,
quivering, trembling,
swaying on the edge of the world
to hear for us all
of this, the final emancipation.
Of a child
setting all people free.
