Mary’s Yes
Mary, your yes—
a single fiat soft as breath—
opened heaven to earth.
You trusted when no angel could explain the cost,
and put the whole world’s need before your own.
You hastened over the hills to Elizabeth,
arms full of service, heart full of song;
the unborn Baptist leapt,
and you sang Magnificat because God had already won.
In Bethlehem’s cold stable,
far from every comfort,
you wrapped Eternity in swaddling clothes
and laid Him in a manger—
because there was no room,
yet all the room in the world was there.
Forty days later,
in the Temple courts,
you placed Him in Simeon’s trembling arms.
The old man blessed God and said,
“Now, Master, let your servant go in peace—
my eyes have seen your salvation.”
Years passed like quiet water,
until the Boy, twelve and radiant,
stayed behind in His Father’s house.
Three days of anguish,
then you found Him among the teachers,
asking, seeking, already about His Father’s business—
and your heart stored every word.
Mary, your yes still echoes.
Through stable straw and Temple light,
through losing and finding,
you lead us to the Boy who sought His Father
so that we, once lost,
might be found.
For Jesus—
born of your trusting womb,
presented, pursued, and given—
is the bridge to the Father,
the Light to the nations,
the Savior who calls us home.
A merry and holy Christmas,
beneath the gaze of His Mother
who still says yes for us all.
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