Blessed among women, mother of God:
The holy messenger, he greeted thee,
and at that strange hailing, you stood there awed.
Fear not, Mary, for shortly you will see.
And thus the angel spoke, “You shall conceive
and bear a son. Jesus, you’ll call His name.
He shall be great, and David’s throne receive.
He shall be king, and forever He’ll reign.”
Then Mary asked, “How can this be? I know
no man.” Answered the angel to the queen,
“What shall within your womb begin to grow
will be the son of God. What is unseen,
the Holy Ghost, shall come and rest on thee.
With God nothing shall be impossible.”
So said the blessed virgin, “Let it be
according to thy word,” reads the Bible.
Poem for Mary
Tale Told 