Poetry: "The Visit"

A woman, pregnant, travels alone on a journey

Through difficult terrain, rocky and desolate

She walked in sandals, the stones hard and hot

Her intended destination was her cousin’s home

The trip would be arduous and tiring –

But her cousin was six months pregnant

She needed help and the love of family

The woman walked up hills, through valleys

The hot Sun beat down upon her relentlessly

She eventually reached her cousin’s home

Upon entering, her cousin shouted with joy:

“Blessed are you among women and

Blessed is the fruit of your womb.”

“For what have I done to be worthy

Of the Mother of My Lord to be in my

Presence.” The woman replied: “My

Eyes have seen the glory of the Lord”

“My spirit rejoices in God My Savior”

“The Almighty has done great deeds

For me and Holy is His Name.”

The two women embraced with joy

The infants in their wombs leapt –

With happiness. The visit would last –

Three months of love and laughter

The women would both eventually give –

Birth to sons, who would change the world

Because that is how God works

Not with grand gestures or with –

Bold proclamations, not with trumpets –

Or audacious displays of power or might

His plans are initiated quietly

In the barren wilderness

In a visit between two “ordinary” women

On the edges of their society

He comes to the poor, the weak

He comes to the lonely, the downtrodden

Be not afraid, allow Him to visit

Allow Him into your heart

Allow Him to change your life

So you can in turn, and in your own way

Change the world with His message