Mary said “Yes”
I wonder, did she realise what that ‘yes’ meant?
That her cousin’s unborn child would leap on meeting her
That her fiancé would consider breaking off the engagement
That she would have to give birth far from home, in a place normally used by animals
All because Mary said “Yes”
Mary said “Yes”
and farm workers and members of an obscure Persian sect were the first to worship her son
Worship her son, whom she’d held at her breast
whose nappies she’d changed
whose bottom she’d cleaned
was worthy of all the world’s praises
because Mary said “Yes”
Mary said “Yes”
and the world received her King
a King who Mary would love all his life through
watch in wonder at who he’d become
look on with a pain as sharp as a sword to her heart
as the child she bore
Died on Calvary
so all the world would know
Love, eternity
because Mary said “Yes”