Mary to the unborn child

December 13, 1996|By Georgia Beyard

Your eyelids and your eyes,

your lips and all that lies

within my womb I prize.

Little fish, little bird,

flutter fin and wing. The Word

through this woman will enter earth,

by this body, have its birth.

Dream within, little one.

What is willed will be done.

Pub Date: 12/13/96

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