A Series of Poems from El Retiro
By: Christine Rodgers, 2010

The Incarnation, Part Two
Surely the angel had not foreseen this —
the radiant news of that early meeting now
buried inside this impenetrable mystery.
Let it be done to me according to your
word. Had she set these things in
motion? Let it be done. How was she
to bear his hard dying — how was she
to hold his agony in her heart?
How to
say again the now impossible words
Let it be done —
even this — let this be done — her great
Fiat at the foot of the cross — the utter
surrender — the final
emptying of the
mother beside the son — the final
act of love for them both.
Easter 2010







