VISITATION

She moves through the field
Where the wild grass flows

Touching buttercups
Daisies and weeds

And she is pleased
For she is pregnant with Life

Leaping in every womb
And every heart

The sight and sound
Of her arrival

Leaping in me for joy
Word made flesh in me

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