Magnificat
A Poem by Kimberly Phinney
After Luke 1:46-55
I ponder you
and the tiny nativity
nestled in your womb—
long before the world knew
your Savior Son.
I marvel at how you
heard the news
and praised the Lord
with your song,
so sweet—
long before you could grasp
the task that was set before you.
I wonder at how you
moved through the desert,
swollen with life
and a head full of stars
beneath a quilt of hope—
that was the night sky—
as you searched for a hiding place
to deliver your Price of Peace—
long before you had any certainties
but your sturdy faith.
I can’t fathom how you
held your baby to your breast
and raised him as your child
in all the ordinary days—
that were only yours to keep—
and yet found a million ways
to be brave—
all the while knowing
you would have to let him go,
let him go,
let him go—
so he could die
to save us
all.