Incubating, separating,
replicating cell
Zygote larger on the inside
Than it seems
Perfect, pure, immaculate
Carried in a tabernacle
Spotless as the snow
Imperceptibly, yet so rapidly
Seed containing fullness
Ripening o’er nine months
Waiting, while you’re germinating
We are longing for your coming
Child Emmanuel
With us in the darkness
Of Mary’s verdant womb
Unseen, unheard, but present
Heaven in this room
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