The Dawn in Her Womb
O Mary, gentle, pure, and meek,
The womb where God’s own Son did speak.
The Quiet room, the world asleep,
You held a mystery, sacred, deep.
The Angel came, a whispered breath,
To bridge the gap 'twixt life and death.
And in your "yes," a new dawn broke,
The ancient promise thus awoke.
You were the earth where light was sown,
The living vessel God had known.
For in your flesh, His love took hold,
A story in your womb untold.
And now to us, you are a grace,
A sacred, motherly embrace.
Your heart the cup where stars are poured,
A faithful, holy, and blessed word.
We find in you a place to be,
A spiritual womb, eternally.
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