The Son vanishes just after I am sent
to the Galilean virgin
and heaven isn’t the same.
Gone the laughter, mischief, hijinks.
Music replaced by silence
all monochromatic, sober
like the life of the party has left
and we don’t have the will
to keep partying or to go home.
The Almighty’s been moody since then
broods like never before
over calendars and seasons
looks down a lot, mostly toward Nazareth
at this blossoming virgin-still
and her earthmate.
The day this couple sets off down the road
He starts pacing pacing pacing
When they get to Bethlehem
then He pauses — Hush!
All the hosts of heaven stop their chatter
crowd behind Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, David
peer over the balcony
focus on a dark building
near a sign that blinks Sorry – No Vacancy.
It’s so quiet you can hear the stars hum.
Then cutting the night
tiny and tremulous
A-wah a-wah a-wah a-wah
The Almighty laughs His magnificence
tosses His glory, flings His radiance
and then starts handing out
cig— no, trumpets
to every angel within arm’s reach
Go tell somebody, anybody!
After they’ve left He asks for the bubbly
shakes it up
pops the cork
sprays it all over heaven.
© 2005 by Violet Nesdoly
This poem won first place in the 2004 Inscribe Spring Contest, Poetry Category and won the Pacific Theatre Christmas Presence Writing Contest in 2005, where Ron Reed read it at one of the performances. (This is a repost – appearing previously here in December 22, 2009.)