All I Did
from the perspective of
Mary, the Mother of Jesus
All I did was be,
as the angel said,
as the Lord invited…
All I did was choose
to let God be with me,
though the words troubled me,
though fear shook my soul,
like an earthquake shaking time and space.
All I did was be His, a servant.
I was so young, young enough to believe the impossible,
Old enough to wonder at it all.
I was young enough to know I had no power to make these crazy words true,
Old enough to know the Truth-maker.
I was young enough to imagine life with a husband,
Old enough to marvel at Mystery overcoming me.
All I did was be His, a worshipper.
I praised the Un-understandable
I praised the Wonder
I praised my God
I praised the Blessing I carried within.
All I did was be His, the betrothed.
I went with Joseph, invited.
I labored with Jesus, holiness bursting forth.
I worshipped with shepherds and angels.
I adored the Adoring One.
All I did was be His, an attentive one.
When the wine was gone, I went to the Wine Himself.
When His words seemed odd, I told the servants to trust anyway.
When the water turned to wine, I was the only one who wasn’t surprised.
All I did was be His, a follower.
At trial, at Cross, at Tomb—full then emptied—
I followed my God, my Son, my heart, my Son.
All I did was be
what God invited.