Annunciation to Assumption

FIAT

There can be no peace
If not of good will
There can be no race
For those who stand still.

Only she
Full of grace
Could share in the miracle
Without disgrace.

To magnify
Her soul prepared
By God, her spirit
Never ensnared.

“Blessed art thou…”
Gabriel hailed --
And at that moment
The enemy railed.

For he remembered
The garden free
‘Tween him and the woman
Enmity.

But who the woman?
God did not tell --
Then Mary’s “Fiat”
Shook the depths of Hell.

And Satan screamed
Turned on a wing
To offer some peace
And will good to a King.

Peace for Herod
And much good willed --
“My RIGHT if even
Some Innocents killed.”