Like A Black Velvet Cushion Poem by James Tipp

Like a black velvet cushion, studded in diamonds
Is how I remember the night of his coming.
I stood stock still, the light in the room flickered
The dimness exploded into a light so bright
The like of which I had never before seen.
Within the light a figure with angel wings appeared
“Fear not” he said, “To late” I said for I was trembling.
“Mary” he knew my name, yet still I was frozen
“You will have a child” “No chance” I said
Don’t you know I could be stoned for such a thing?
I am as you an angel should know a Virgin,
and Virgins don’t have babies”
“This will not be an ordinary baby”
That’s for sure I thought.
This will be God’s child and his name will be Jesus.
It was then that I pinched myself and stopped being so cocky.
We Jews had awaited the coming of the Messiah for a long time,
the chosen one, but why choose me to be his mum.
As if reading my thoughts the angel said
“God knows your heart Mary and he finds it ok”
But what about Joseph who’s going to tell him?
I will tonight in a dream, now go and see your cousin Elizabeth
she’s had a shock as well. You mean Elizabeth the barren one. Not any longer said the angel, Wow I said that’s great news. Yes it is, and yours will be just as great to her. Then the room was dim again and I wondered was it a dream? Then I missed my next showing and the one after so off I went to Elizabeth and you know the rest.
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