In Praise of Prepositions

The Overshadow: A Poem

The Overshadow

". . . the power of the Most High will
overshadow you. . ." --- Gospel of Luke

When we think of God, and
angels, and the Angel,
we suppose ineffable light.

So there is a surprise in the air
when we see him bring to Mary,
in her lit room, a gift of darkness.

What is happening under that
huge wing of shade?  In that mystery
what in-breaking wildness fills her?

She is astonished and afraid; even in
that secret twilight she bends her head,
hiding her face behind the curtain

of her hair; she knows that
the rest of her life will mirror
this blaze, this sudden midnight.

(Luci Shaw, from WinterSong)