Unspoken Word before Eternal Ages, uncreated Breath, hovering in silence. While the Almighty, seeking a tabernacle to fill, chooses a maiden whose nothingness is her glory. On angel wings sends forth an invitation, and receives her Yes! And so the Word made flesh, through Spirit breathing, comes to dwell in her, and fills her emptiness with Himself.
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