Verse – Mary’s Bastard Child

It’s dark and drear on the way
to Bethlehem where relatives
abound with rooms to spare
to welcome our coming.

Why are the lights all out,
the doors locked, the knocks
unanswered, no candles lit for
us from out of town?

Has news of the coming illegitimate
child scared them off, driven them
way inside bolted doors named fear
and blame and shame?

Has the buzz been mean, the
relatives praying to stay clean
of bedsheets soiled of a bastard
birth and bloody after-birth?

Have the men in town gathered
stones and the women
shrunk back from mid-wifing
Mary’s child into life?

A flop house on the other side
of town welcomes us with fires
outside the barn for black
sheep guests from Nazareth.

  • Gordon C. Stewart, Chaska, MN, January 7, 2016

6 thoughts on “Verse – Mary’s Bastard Child

      • Hi, Karin, that’s the story. There wouldn’t have been room for everyone. The neat thing about trying poetry is you can imagine anything you like. Since the Gospel birth narratives are themselves literary playbacks from the life, death, and resurrection into Jesus’ origins, I picture them as moral outsiders right from the start by inserting Jesus and the woman caught in adultery.

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