Angel Gabriel

A Poem by Dimitryet

It was surprising me then a lot,
For my new mission now,
Before a virgin from a little town,
The Lord Creator, how?!,
Will be a boy in human bosom, womb,
But when I see Mary close,
She plays a simpleton,
Interrogate, question:
"I'm a maiden, I don't know."
By Isaiah's book, she verifies me in response,
That I'm not a demon,
I'm not, but understand more:
Now liar may not lie ever again about God,
What He would not be? Love,
What He would be? Arrogant before all,
And did the "defective creation" therefore,
When the commandment of life would be something wrong,
It would be better to be a self-idol like Judas Iscariot?
No, it is wrong, this abomination of desolation, the poison!
But from inequality come the source of sorrow,
Humble God and humanity working together in All in This Boy Lamb,
The Inspiration gives the Freedom,
Annunciation Glory,
Blessed are You, Abraham's daughter,
And miraculously Mother,
How Isaiah too well spoke,
Mother of the Eternal Son,
The Earth of Sabbath for New Adam Young Lion of Zion,
The Ark alive for the Word,
My wings covering above.