A carpenter
from Nazareth,
his wife
with child,
full ready
to give birth.
Our inn is full -
it really is too much
to squeeze another
in our halls.
Yet pity
finds a place
quiet and warm
in cattle stall.
Our life is full -
it really is too much
to squeeze another in -
such hectic days
as Christmas looms.
But who is this
that seeks some room?
It is the Christ
whose birth we keep.
But do we seek
to give him space
who lived
and died
and lives
to give us room?