Annunciation

Annunciation / Linda Lobmeyer

I hear a weighty voice, distant
and near
as I watch the stars pattern, vary
above me.

Oh that I could know what it says!
Both a prayer
and a wish seed
in my soul deep.

My hope
like swirling dust
whipped into whirlwind spins
while silence waits around me.

Into this still, stirring squall,
an angel comes
and holds
the voice.

He carries it into my home,
and asks
if I
would bear the sound’s swell,

not as a sweet or vague
sentiment, but kicking
and stretching my skin.
The word,

the voice knit into flesh
for my small hands to hold,
to hail
full of grace, seen and unseen.