The unnamed wife of Manoah is the real story.
Just referred to as his wife or the woman.
She is the one whose barren womb
is filled with prophecy.
She is the one who must abstain for
months from wine and
all the good stuff, while her gift,
her burden, the boy whose hair
must never be cut, grows inside her.
By default she calls her husband
when the angel arrives. I’d mention
his name again, but, hardly seems fair.
She is the one who comforts
her frightened husband when the
angel exits through the fire.
The angel who never
told his name. The angel who
refused to eat. She is the real story –
This women, this angel, this
protector of life, who
met a stranger in a field, who
called him an angel.
Good news comes from strangers.
Open your doors, women and men.
You never know when your visitor
is one of them.