Fleeting vision of a flickering vapour,
Voice of insight, understanding,
Mystic murmur of the coming One,
Trumpet of the final day.
Before the mighty throne of God,
Whispering in the gentle maiden’s heart,
I am a flame of fire.
Good morning good Miriam,
No fretting, no fear.
So full of his presence and favour,
Chosen above all your sisters,
Obscure in this patch of the garden.
Unknown, unvalued, untilled and unplanted,
Guarded and cherished and kept for this day.
He is planting a lily within you, my child.
“His servant! O, let it be so!”
And, so, it was so.
Bitterness, Mary,
This lily has thorns.
Voice of insight, understanding.
Trumpet of the final day.
I am a flame of fire.
Daniel 8:16; 9:21; Luke 1:19; Luke 1:26-38
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