Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CHILD OF GOD, by LOUISE DRISCOLL First Line: He's late again tonight Last Line: Can't you -- Subject(s): Man-woman Relationships; Male-female Relations | ||||||||
MRS. DEAN He's late again tonight, Supper's all ready, I'll turn up the light. There, that's what I call cheerful! I can't see Why he should hate it so. It seems to me He's growing finicking. The lamp's too bright, This thing is ugly, that thing isn't right. I've never taught him so. I've always said, "Be thankful that the Lord sends Daily Bread." He doesn't seem to hear me any more. (There is a sound of footsteps and Mrs. Dean raises her voice.) Is that you, John? Be sure to wipe your feet and shut the door! (There is a light rap and then the door opens slowly and a woman enters. She is short and plump and is dressed in a fashion a little old. She carries a few bundles. She is Mrs. Carson, a neighbor.) MRS. CARSON May I come in? I was just going by, When you turned up the light. Tom's come home unexpected and I had To run out to the store to get an extra bite. I don't eat much when I'm alone -- MRS. DEAN Will Tom stay with you now? MRS. CARSON Oh, mercy, no! He's got a place down there. Tom's doing well. He's just run home to see His mother over Sunday. MRS. DEAN It seems to me It isn't always mothers that they come to see. MRS. CARSON (Smiling but watchful) Oh, Tom don't care for Irma any more! I'm glad of that. Irma's all right. She's pretty and all that, but kind of light. They say she's going to marry Henry Ware. Tom told me and he said he didn't care. MRS. DEAN (Interested, she speaks tensely) You're sure of that? You know What you are saying? MRS. CARSON Oh, I guess it's so! I've seen him going there a lot of late, And watched them kind of lingering at the gate. I must be going now. Tom will be home. He went down street to see what he could see. He likes to meet folks. Tell your John for me He must run over when he can. He's got the time. Most of the boys are busy with some work, But John's the gentleman! My Tom's a clerk In a big hardware store at Everston. MRS. DEAN (Unmoved) You know what John is. You know very well He is the Lord's. And I don't need to tell That he's to preach the Gospel. In the Fall He goes to Hartford. He's to study there. I've planned it all. (Mrs. Carson is restless while Mrs. Dean is speaking. She is timid, but as Mrs. Dean pauses, she summons her courage and speaks earnestly) MRS. CARSON I've heard folks say that John don't want to preach. Are you quite sure you're right to push him so? Why do you urge him if he doesn't want to go? MRS. DEAN (Stiffly) You're very kind, I'm sure. I'm very sure That you mean to be kind, so I endure What you are bold to say. MRS. CARSON I know I'm kind of awkward. What I've come to say Don't seem to come easy. It's hard, someway, To talk about real things, but this is one I feel I've got to talk about, and now that I've begun I guess I'll say it quick. My Tom wants John to go Back to Everston with him. He's got a job for John. He knows about Irma -- he understands. And so -- MRS. DEAN (Interrupting her) Before my son was born I made a plan with God. I said, "Oh God, when my son is a man, His voice shall praise Thee. I give him to be Thy minister, oh Lord! Take him from me!" I've always told John that. John knows he is The Child of God. John knows that he's to preach. He will begin to study in the Fall. MRS. CARSON (No longer timid, speaks with feeling) You must know about Irma! She is queer Some way. There's something makes her dear To all the young men. It's kind of hard to say Just what it is. She's got a pretty way Her hair's all curly -- she's got dimpled hands -- MRS. DEAN What's that to do with what the Lord commands? MRS. CARSON Has God said anything? Or is it you Who want your own way? Oh! why won't you let John go away with Tom. He will forget And care less, as Tom does. MRS. DEAN You're very kind, but you don't understand. I never liked Irma. MRS. CARSON What has that to do With young men's liking? Do you think that you Can think and feel for John as well as plan? You seem to forget that your John's a man! MRS. DEAN He is the Child of God. I've given him. (Mrs. Carson rises. She draws her coat together, preparing to leave. She sighs a little) MRS. CARSON I'm sorry, very sorry. Well, good-night. I wish you'd listen and I've meant all right. (She lingers at the door for an instant) Good-night. (She goes out, shutting the door softly behind her. Mrs. Dean stands rigid for a moment and then turns with a rapt smile.) MRS. DEAN She cannot understand. She never gave A son to God. The souls that John shall save Will pass before her in their white array Upon the Judgment Day. There's John's step now -- Oh, God! Don't let him care! God, take my part! Tear Irma Willett's face out of his heart! (John enters with his hands full of wild flowers.) JOHN Aren't they lovely, Mother? Every one of them A chalice with a drop of flower wine. What silversmith can make a cup like that? The workman was divine! See how they're touched with color. What a wrist that is! It turns a light brush quickly And paints anemones. MRS. DEAN They fall so. Look -- they're all over the floor! I've work enough to do! No -- it's all right. I don't mind clearing up After my son. Why are you late tonight? JOHN Haven't you seen the sunset? The sun's a scarlet rose Laid on the edge of the world. No painter knows Such vehement color on color as clouds that come To gather the rose in their hands and carry it home. MRS. DEAN It is the sun and the sky that the Lord has made. The Heavens declare his glory -- MRS. DEAN (Smiling) And you pull down the shade. MRS. DEAN (Shocked) My son! JOHN But Mother, you do! You have pulled the shade at those windows lest The glory of God shine through. Have you looked on the hills tonight? God has lifted the shade To let us see into the workshop where glory is made! MRS. DEAN I don't like to hear you talk so! I wish that you Would talk like other folks do! (John seats himself at the table and begins to arrange his flowers in a glass of water there.) JOHN You'd like to have me quote from some old hymns, Use phrases of a people I don't know, Say things I don't believe or that are no longer so, (He smiles a little to soften his words.) Speak of Bible flowers that can't litter your floor, I'm sorry, Mother, but that's all too far away. These little, scented blossoms that I found today Are lovely as any lilies that Jesus ever found When he walked through the fields of Palestine, Or looked on the hills around About the city of Jerusalem. I am not a Jew. I'm a New England village boy some power is singing through. Life is very wonderful. These are my fields and trees, My little, friendly rivers that run to meet my seas. "This is the day the Lord has made," The same Lord that made me -- Made me myself -- gave me my singing soul! He made the world, green growing, set my feet To walk in it! To go out into it! MRS. DEAN (Steadily) You are going to Hartford to study theology. JOHN I'm awfully sorry, Mother, but you can't plan my life for me. MRS. DEAN I vowed it before you were born, John. To God I've given my word. You are to preach the Lord -- JOHN I'll sing the Lord. MRS. DEAN Your songs are impious. You twist truth about. You make things different. Your songs are strange. You cover sacred things with a shadow of doubt. You are deaf to the voice of the Lord. JOHN No, Mother, you're wrong. I've heard God saying "Sing unto me a new song!" MRS. DEAN I prayed over you in your cradle, when you were a little boy; I gave you a pictured Bible instead of a foolish toy -- JOHN (Wistfully) But, Mother, I wanted the toy. I was only a little boy. MRS. DEAN (Ignoring him) I sat by you hour after hour, reading the old, sweet hymns. JOHN Yes, I learned rhythm from them. Some of them thrill me yet, But some are pretty bad poems, words that are clumsily set To fasten a half truth into a mind that can only half forget. MRS. DEAN My prayers have come to this! My word to God! The wine of my soul is spilled on the earth and trod Under the feet of him who was to be My gift to God! JOHN Won't you listen, Mother? It seems to me That you won't think and you won't let me think. You speak of wine, and yet you call strong drink The brew of Hell. And you want me to vote To make all wine illegal in the State. What does wine mean to you or to your soul? You use the eastern image two thousand years too late. We in New England villages don't think in terms of wine. We work for prohibition. And that's what I mean. I want to get away from words that are No longer full of meaning, thoughts that bar My soul in its free flight into blue Heaven. I'm sorry, Mother, but it must be so, The time has come when you must let me go. (They stand looking at one another and neither shows any sign of yielding. There is a sound of footsteps at the door and a hurried knocking. After an instant's pause, Mrs. Dean goes slowly to the door and opens it. Tom Carson and Irma Willett enter. They are agitated.) IRMA Oh, it isn't true! Oh, I'm so glad! They told me it was you And I ran all the way. TOM You went along the river bank today? Under the willows? Someone saw you there Sitting alone. There's been a big landslide. Sid Jenkins sent down there and found a man had died. He was all crushed. Ugh! It was horrible! IRMA I thought that it was you! JOHN I'm sorry you were frightened, Irma dear, But you'd no reason. I was safely here. MRS. DEAN (Passionate, exalted) Now will you see the Lord's hand in your life Pointing your duty clear? You are spared to do his will and naught beside! JOHN But Mother, what of the fellow who has died? IRMA (Growing a little shy) I must go now. You see, Mrs. Dean, I only came because someone had seen John sitting there by the old willow trees. I was so frightened -- fearing -- Ah, John, please, Please let me go. JOHN Let me thank you, Irma. This will comfort me When nights seem long. I'm going away tomorrow. MRS. DEAN Piling sorrow on his mother's sorrow! Better far that he Should lie there dead by the old willow tree! TOM Oh, but that is dreadful, Mrs. Dean! You mustn't talk like that, for you can't mean What you are saying. John saved me When I was headed straight for death and Hell He made me feel ashamed. He made me see Just what a fool I was. I went away And fought it out. That's why I'm here today. I've got a job for John in Everston. I'd be so proud to have John there! I'd be proud of John anywhere! MRS. DEAN He is the Child of God, yet he denies The Heavenly Fatherhood. All -- all my prayer Is wasted on him. All my promises Lie unfulfilled before the Lord Most High. I vowed that he should preach -- IRMA (Suddenly, forgetting herself) Oh, I can't see why God ever gave you John! You little, little soul! You want to sit in some nice snug front pew With all the congregation behind you Saying "That's her son!" You want John to stand Up in some pulpit, very black and grand, Looking down on the people! John will go As young King Saul went after his father's sheep, The poor, lost sheep that needed the young Saul so! And Saul found the word of God on the road -- on the road! Not in any high pulpit, not in a fixed abode, But out where lost sheep go by. Oh, John's too big for us all! And I -- and I Could kneel at his feet and worship him. (She speaks more slowly, very tenderly) Perhaps That's why I can't love you, John, as I love Henry Ware. I should always be at your feet and humble there. JOHN Don't grieve, dear. Don't you see If you are happy, that's enough for me. Tell Henry that I'll keep an eye on him! (Gravely) Mother can't understand. Her God is grim, And strange and high and very far away, Not having much to do with men today Here in New England; speaking overseas In phrases of a people unlike these Who live with us. She is afraid Of all the real things. She fears for me Because I'm glad in all that has been made. Glad in my own heart and unceasingly At beauty of this sky and field and sea, Glad that I'm young and glad that I am strong! Glad in my own phrase and in my own song! MRS. DEAN He is breaking his mother's heart, He is breaking his mother's vow. He is choosing a life apart From the things of God. He sings Of wicked, heathen things. JOHN I'll make them all praise God, Hill, river, road and tree, Life, death, eternity! Church, bank and byre and bin, Above, below, without, within. I'll make the oriole's wing a flaming sword! I'll make Pan praise the Lord! MRS. DEAN And lose your soul! IRMA No -- no! And be made whole! Find all the little truths we overlook. Release the creed-bound beauty of the Book! (There is a sound of people gathering outside, voices and footsteps. Tom Carson goes to the door.) TOM (speaking to the people outside) John's safe at home. Yes. John's all right. Yes -- yes! We're glad! You'd better not come in. We're coming out. Come, Irma, and -- Good-night. (He speaks to John.) There's a great crowd out there. They were afraid It was your body by the willow tree. Go, speak to them. They love you. You have made Friends of them all. And will you write to me Once in a while? You know how glad I'd be To hear from you? I will take Irma home. (He pushes John gently toward the door. John goes out. The people can be heard greeting him. Irma draws her light wrap about her shoulders and prepares to go with Tom. She is watching Mrs. Dean intently and as she reaches the door she turns to speak to the older woman who stands rigid, watching her.) IRMA Pray tonight, if you can. Thank God you have brought a man Into the world, a singing priest to reach The hearts of other men. 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