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Poetry: Mary of Nazareth 2015

Ryan Rodrick Beiler
Ryan Rodrick Beiler 

At the Basilica of Annunciation
In Nazareth, the statue of the Virgin Mary
Leans toward the eye with raptured
Determination, moving beyond her icon
To run toward the voice of Gabriel,
A poem from God, the muse of the Holy Spirit.

Just before Mass, a Palestinian girl moves
Through the congregation catching my eye
Her hymnbooks in Arabic; her smile, alive
With grace, magnifies movement. Black hair
On shoulders, her blue dress captures the mystery:
This Mary now un-statued stands before me—

No Gabriel sent from God, but a man.
I shrug my shoulders and smile: “English.”
She laughs and glides by. I am left to celebrate
The peace, share broken bread while she sings
A Magnificat of praise in Arabic rhythms,
Then leads a nun to a microphone for prayer.

This appears in the January 2016 issue of Sojourners