Annunciation Revisited

Unfamiliar and unsung, incredible arrives on humming wing
Announced with a slow beat, "With God, nothing is impossible”
Substance from a lonely vacuum, salvation from a space-ached heart,
Those embryonic murmurings in utero; a child takes root in dark.
The mystery gestates in the whisper of your untouched flesh.

Warmth imbues our numb fingers – a new world where ice shatters

And bread breaks.

Here by the bottle bank, the scattered shards refract the light and tears are like jewels.

My dreams create memories ex nihilo so do the angels share annunciation,

In the humdrum at 5 O’ clock

Or are my daily miracles unheralded?