Mother Mary

O Angel of the Lord, you are a burning bush of temptation,
to think I, humblest of all virgins, just engaged to sweet
Joseph, would bear in my untouched womb a Son! You are so
comely, sweet Gabriel, smelling of myrrh and frankincense,
and your body is alight with glory, strung with stars your
skin, curls of brown hair, eyes like linden trees, sweet
cinnamon your breath and saffron freckles your blessing
and kiss of life. You say I shall be remembered forever,
that I will wander in Eve’s curse of labor to deliver up
the Prince of this World, in a manger, my midwife my sister
Salome, and only Joseph shall dream your pronouncement, and
I will be seen as wanton, o archangel, why is this my cross
to bear? What penitence or holiness has my simple flesh done
to play host to the all-consuming love of God? The Spirit moves
me, see how the lust of God dances in your eyes, and you carry
the seed of Yahweh, sweet Gabriel, a pure desire of Flood waters,
the spirit of the Lord comes over me as you take me up to a field
in the Heavens and we turn hay, we are hands roving and mouths full
of manna and sunshine, the sweetness and lovingkindness of your
lips singing hosanna into my tongue, I taste your skin and it is
snow, which I have never seen in Nazareth. The Northern traders
have told me of snow, pure as your lilies, and cool and welcoming.
Let your storm of ice and winter embrace my vulva, sweet Gabriel.
Conceive in me our Son. He shall bear your likeness. He shall hunt
gazelle and work wood and be a mad mystic of outcasts and fallen.
He will lift us all up to the Heavens like you, my Son will be the
trampler of the serpent, just as you trampled the doubts I was fit
to be the temple of our dear fearless Lord, O Gabriel, you stir in
my loins feelings of need so great they are a burbling river, and
oh Gabriel, you have made me a woman, and you have made me the most
preeminent amongst saints, a prophetess and visionary, and when we
join, I remember the love our Lord had for Moses and Elijah, and
I think, you have appeared to many before, but none have you taken
into your arms. I love the Lord, I love you, my Strength of God.
Touch me and make me worthy, kiss and caress away my sins, anoint
me with your dew, I will be singing your praises until my death, O
sweet one, brave one, trickster, lover, messenger, angel, my wings!

Thus was my Son conceived, in Heiros Gamos, and I shall bury my Son.

No mother will mourn as much as I, and no lady will be as holy.

My path from now on as the Holy Ghost claims me, be born in me,
O Lord, is one between salvation and the fires of giving in.

I will succor you, sweet Child of mine. I will be your foundation.

And many mothers in travails will come after me, and many have died
before in labors most gruesome, but you are easy on my womb, and to
bear the stars in your belly, the cosmos in your eyes, is miraculous
indeed.

Yod He Vau He, sweet Israel’s husband. Come into this world and meet
your bride, be my sweetest victory and humble Babe, Sweet Redeemer.

All twelve years of my life have led to this moment of conception.

Gabriel, bless our Son. Lord, bless our Child. Life, bend to your Bridegroom.

He rides a white horse, he rides a donkey, he carries asps and waters sweet.

Tame my doubts and please, by Asherah and El, make me a fit mother for a King!