THE ANGEL GABRIELWake.
Mary, in a dream of lovePlaying as all children play,For unsuspecting children mayExpress in comic make—believeThe wish that later they will knowIs tragic and impossible;Hear, child, what I am sent to tell:Love wills your dream to happen, soLove’s will on earth may be, through you,No longer a pretend but true.MARY
What dancing joy would whirlMy ignorance away?Light blazes out of the stone,The taciturn waterBursts into music, and warm wings throb withinthe motionless rose:What sudden rush of PowerCommands me to command?GABRIELWhen Eve, in love with her own will,Denied the will of Love and fell,She turned the flesh Love knew so wellTo knowledge of her love untilBoth love and knowledge were of sin:What her negation wounded, mayYour affirmation heal to-day;Love’s will requires your own, that inThe flesh whose love you do not know,Love’s knowledge into flesh may grow.Wake.MARYMy flesh in terror and fireRejoices that the WordWho utters the world out of nothing,As a pledge of His word to love herAgainst her will, and to turnHer desperate longing to love,Should ask to wear me,From now to their wedding day,For an engagement ring.GABRIELSince Adam, being free to choose,Chose to imagine he was freeTo choose his own necessity,Lost in his freedom, Man pursuesThe shadow of his images:Today the Unknown seeks the known;What I am willed to ask, your ownWill has to answer; child, it liesWithin your power of choosing toConceive the Child who chooses you.
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