The morning light fell soft and still, Upon the stone and window sill. A sudden brightness filled the room, To chase away the quiet gloom. An angel stood with wings of white, Reflecting God’s eternal light. He spoke a word of grace and love, Sent down from holy realms above. Though startled by the heavenly guest, She felt a sense of peace in her chest. "Behold the handmaid," Mary said, A s golden rays shone round her head. With a gentle heart, she gave her vow, To which the