Magnificat

My soul magnifies God. 

What shall I do 

with this quiet joy? 

It calls forth the expanse 

of my soul, calls 

it forth to go singing 

through the world... 

Calls it forth 

to rock the cradles of death gently 
and without fear. 

To collect the rain 

in my spread hands 

and spill it like laughter. 

Calls it forth 

to bear into this world. 

A place where light will glisten 

the edge of every wing 

and blade of grass.

Shine along every hair on every head, 

gleam among the turnings of every wave.

Glorify the turning open of each life, 

each human hand.

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Christina Hutchins, Maginificat - My soul magnifies God. 

Luke 1:46

Painting Annunciation - detail, by Fra Filippino Lippi