The angel was beauty
that burned like a fire.
His brightness scorched the air.
He sent words of thunder
rolling through her heart,
a lightening bolt of truth,
unbearable light.
The woman was beauty
that lay like a sweet balm
on raw wounds torn open
by the ancient rebellion.
The angel marveling
saw she had the strength
To bear the heavenly weight.
With a humble spirit she
opened her heart to hear.
With the courage of faith she
opened her lips to speak.
"Let it be done to me
according to thy word."
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