She feels the future stir within her womb
And gently weighs the promise in her hands.
No more words now. An angel stands
Beside the chestnut fence, the lawn, the bloom
Of ordinary daisies. You are here
Where she is. As you reach the highest stair
She welcomes you into her cell of prayer:
The door, the window, and the listening ear.
She has swept out all clutter from her mind
In an intense and still expectancy;
And waits, possessing such simplicity
That anyone who truly seeks can find.
For anything can happen in this place -
The Lord is with you: you are full of grace.