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. |