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Elizabeth sat praising God
Beneath the olive tree
For blessing her with what had seemed
Impossibility.
She held her hands around her waist,
Where nestled close inside,
The child she’d longed for from the day
She’d first become a bride.
She pondered on the future of
The babe beneath her breast,
Not knowing he’d wear camels’ hair
And live in wilderness,
Nor that he’d live on locusts with
Wild honey from the bees,
And someday get a word from God
To warn the Pharisees.
She did not know before his birth
The witness that he’d bear,
When he’d tell people to repent,
The Lord’s path to prepare.
She surely was not cognizant
He’d baptize God’s own son
And see the Spirit, like a dove,
Descend on Holy One.
Yet when her cousin, Mary, came
To share her promised joy,
Her infant leapt inside her womb
For Mary’s Baby Boy.
This thought she savored in her heart
Great happiness to bring:
Her unborn promised son would be
The cousin of the King.
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