Handmade of the Lord

: write a poem about a handmade gift that you have received.

I spent this afternoon watching She (1965 Hammer version) with my daughter  because I was dreading trying to rise to the challenge of this prompt. I wound up with a half-baked limerick based on Luke 1:37, 38

For with God nothing shall be impossible.
And Mary said, Behold the handmaid of the Lord;
be it unto me according to thy word. And the angel departed from her.

Eternal salvation’s a gift

From a righteous young maid in a shift

Who had never been laid;

By God’s Spirit hand-made

was her baby, our burdens to lift.


I could have weaseled my way out of this very challenging prompt with a haiku . . . but you were spared this time.



Miriam’s Magnificat Roars


And Mary (Μαριάμ/מִרְיָם/مريم) said:

My soul doth magnify the Lord,
And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour.

For he hath regarded the low estate of his handmaiden:
for, behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed.

For he that is mighty hath done to me great things;
and holy is his name.

And his mercy is on them that fear him
from generation to generation.

He hath shewed strength with his arm;
he hath scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts.

He hath put down the mighty from their seats,
and exalted them of low degree.

He hath filled the hungry with good things;
and the rich he hath sent empty away.

He hath helped his servant Israel,
remembrance of his mercy;

As he spake to our fathers,
to Abraham, and to his seed for ever.

Luke 1:46-55 (KJV)