Gabriel reflects on the easy YES of Mary

“Fiat”

In the hush of ruined stone and lilies’ breath,

He kneels—bare feet upon cracked earth,

Not for conquest, nor for praise,

But to bear a message older than time.

She, cloaked in quiet blue,

No crown, no veil, no trumpet sound—

Only the steady gaze of a girl

Who listens, and then says: yes.

No questions. No falter.

Just the unshakeable stillness of grace.

And he—Gabriel—

Stilled not by the words he delivered,

But by the wonder of her reply.

He looks upward,

Bathed in the golden beam of his Master’s light,

And knows:

He has pleased the One who sent him.

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