There were no beds
The donkey
was tired and wet like me
for my water had broken
over him
though he was not in pain
I was
I wanted my mother
not this strange town
for there were no beds
anywhere
Joseph returned for the twelfth time
shaking his head, angry
there is no room
he said for the twelfth time
but I’m going to have a baby
as if he didn’t know
it hurts
I’m scared
doesn’t anyone see us?
how can there be no room?
I knew the answer
no one cared
I’ll try again, he said
disappearing into darkness
people had streamed by us
for days
pushing around
getting there faster
it was all wrong
and had been since the beginning
I thought of the angel
will you have God’s son?
what do you mean, God’s son
God’s son
Jesus
will you?
I am a virgin
it is not possible
God’s son
Jesus
will you?
the angel’s face was different
bright, kind, earnest
in that minute
I trusted him
my heart said yes
I will
I will do it
then the pulsating force
the energy
the beating of a thousand wings
overhead
but now he was gone
and Joseph was too
maybe they had forgotten me
Joseph was a good man
most would have thrown me away
some would have stoned me
yet he did not leave
you are mine, Mary
I am yours
we will stay together
he is at my side again
leading the donkey
leading me
come
I have a place
underneath all this
a cave?
dark
the smell of animals
moonlight filling the space
one star starting to throb
like me
tears come again
pain tears me apart
but then it is gone
mostly
my boy fills my arms
he is beautiful
a star on fire
he needs me
and I him
I have him
and Joseph
light
warmth
we are safe
and that is enough
Reprinted from The Scarlet Cord: Conversations with God’s Chosen Women by O Books, England. All rights reserved.