Then,
such power in that state
when a woman
was innocent of sex,
still her own
unshared
and safe for her kin
to pass along
to a man
assured she was pure.
Now,
virgin is a drink
without any kick
immaculate fruit juice
with a spritz.
No wonder
so many people think
that Mary’s sign
and her assurance
that God is with us,
is anachronistic.
Still
the conception
of God as one of us
in the flesh, is not naïve
but the nativity
that makes all things new.
Wonder
is the other virginity,
the innocence
of openness
to what God wills.
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