It's the feast of the Annunciation today, transferred because the actual feast fell on Good Friday (
as noted previously).
Annunciation, John Donne
| Salvation to all that will is nigh; | |
| That All, which always is all everywhere, | |
| Which cannot sin, and yet all sins must bear, | |
| Which cannot die, yet cannot choose but die, | |
| Lo! faithful Virgin, yields Himself to lie | |
| In prison, in thy womb; and though He there | |
| Can take no sin, nor thou give, yet He’ll wear, | |
| Taken from thence, flesh, which death’s force may try. | |
| Ere by the spheres time was created thou | |
| Wast in His mind, who is thy Son, and Brother; | |
| Whom thou conceivest, conceived; yea, thou art now | |
| Thy Maker’s maker, and thy Father’s mother. | |
| Thou hast light in dark, and shutt’st in little room | |
| Immensity, cloistered in thy dear womb. |