A repeat from last year…oldie but a goodie…

Lord, I have prepared a little room in my heart

for the child who is the light of the world.

Nothing fancy: there’s hay everywhere,

I’m afraid, and beneath the mess,

the stone hasn’t been polished at all.

You know, I had always intended

to make this place more hospitable.

But perhaps, Lord, it will suffice.

I will light a candle tonight,

within my heart,

and await Her coming.

I have hung a sign on my heart

in paper and crayon: open.

There is room here for laughter, I swear.

There is comfort in the food trough.

Meanwhile, by this cradle of darkness

I will carry the wait lightly

and name it as holy.