I sought to dismiss the courtship. I yearned and ached. You had betrayed me.
I knew you had conceived but it was not my own.
I dared not tread that path.
You’d swell while people scorned, society sneering.
My reputation teetered.
Not wanting to tarnish my name,
I looked for means to absolve our arrangement.
Then in slumber I, by angels’ counsel, learned truth.
Abandoning pride, I observed your trembling.
You swayed, weighed down by a glorious, but daring, act.
I promised to protect you when I requested your hand.
Oh my betrothed, forgive my self-preservation.
This day I interlock my fingers. I will not let go.
Under my banner will I uphold you,
gaining strength through your growing girth.
You carry God and he, I know now, will carry us.
Come, let me protect you on our way to prophecy’s fruition.