Gabriel

Hush! The hour is late.
Nazareth lies sleeping,
and I wait for my Lord's signal
to once again go
to earth below.
When last I went, my words
were for Zachariah.
Now, I pace the halls of heaven
memorizing a message
for Mary.(Every achangel I see
envies me!)
I must get the message right:
The Light of the World
is on his way!
What will Mary say
when I tell her?