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Said the Lord

Moira Burgess

And the Lord said:
I shall send my child to earth
to be a teacher and a comforter
and my child shall have wisdom
and shall love and nurture and save the children of men.
So shall it be, said the Lord.

And down came the Holy Spirit
and a virgin bore a daughter
who was the daughter of God.

A girl? people said.
Better luck next time.

And the child grew and ran about in Galilee
and told her cousins stories about God. For a while.

Bring in the goats!
Mix the porridge! Sew on that sandal strap!
What’s the matter with you? people said.

And the day of her womanhood came upon her
and she rejoiced. Life ahead,
and her family rejoiced –
soon she’d be off their hands.

But I want to put people right about God, she said.
Nobody likes a lippy girl, they replied.

The spirit of the Lord is upon me, she said.

You’re odd enough already, her family said,
don’t you want a husband or what?
as they beat her
and married her off rather quickly
to a nice young fellow with his own flock of goats
so that was all right.

And she lay with her husband, of course.

And she bore him a son so everybody was pleased
and a daughter, well, can’t be helped
and two more sons and another daughter,
and another son
(not counting those who died)
the spirit of the Lord on a back burner
for fifteen years and more.

Wouldn’t have been without them. Heavens, no.

And when the children were grown
she said to her husband:
The spirit of the Lord is upon me.

Who’s going to make my supper?
her husband enquired.

He didn’t beat her. Didn’t need to
begot another son instead, who died.

So she went to milk the goats
and make the porridge
and the Lord came to her in the tent.

Why don’t you begin your mission, my daughter,
said the Lord, rise and go about Galilee
with twelve disciples
as my spirit may command?

I have tried, you know,
said the daughter of God.

And the Lord looked at her, at her stretch-marks,
her dishpan hands, the snaggly teeth
the place where the goat bit her
and he knew that it was so.

They are a stiff-necked people,
the children of men, said the Lord.

That’s one way of putting it,
said the daughter of God.

And the Lord sighed.

You are an idea, my daughter, said the Lord,
whose time has not yet come.
A thousand years from now
still no chance.
Two thousand years? Not really.
How are you on flower-arranging? said the Lord.

It’s never been my forte,
said the daughter of God.

And being weary she closed her eyes
and was gathered to Abraham’s bosom,
or Sarah’s bosom, perhaps, let’s hope,
a bit more empathy there.

I think I’ll try again next year,
said the Lord,
but this time I’ll make it a boy.

And it was even so.


Moira Burgess

published in Chapman, 102/3, 2003

Reproduced by permission of the author.

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About this poem

This poem was included in Best Scottish Poems 2004. Best Scottish Poems is an online publication, consisting of 20 poems chosen by a different editor each year, with comments by the editor and poets. It provides a personal overview of a year of Scottish poetry. The editor in 2004 was Hamish Whyte.

Editor's comment:
If God can be a woman, then why not the son of God? A feminist revision of the gospel. Burgess is not primarily a poet, but her skills as a fiction writer drive this piece effortlessly (and humorously) to its conclusion.

Author's note: 
'Said the Lord', as may be obvious, came to me when I had been musing on misogyny in organised religion.

The particular trigger was one of the reasons given by the Catholic Church – my Church – for not allowing women into the priesthood: it's impossible because the priest is the representative of Christ on earth, and Christ was a man. Yes, these ears have heard them say that, and on this occasion something snapped. I sat down and wrote 'Said the Lord' straight off, hardly revising a word, which is most unusual for me.

Similarly, I very seldom write poetry, but 'Said the Lord' came out as a poem, or at least it's more like a poem than anything else. Can't explain this.

Divine inspiration perhaps?

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Best Scottish Poems 2004

The first issue of Best Scottish Poems, edited by Hamish Whyte.
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Moira Burgessb.1936

Moira Burgess is a novelist, short story writer and literary historian who very occasionally writes verse.
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