THE INNKEEPER
I knew them not, and I had never seen A man whose face was quite so trouble-lined; Nor any woman who, so great with child, Possessed an air of such angelic ease. The inn was full; and even had they been From Herod’s court, I knew I could not find A room for them. But ’round her face so mild, A strange light seemed to glow when she said, “Please.” What could I do? For I was never keen At turning fold away; then, in my mind My little stable flashed. The thought was wild, But shelter must be found for such as these. And so it was; there in the manger mean Began the greatest Life of humankind. The inn was full; and so I am reviled, And so shall be for all eternities. And yet I think one question is my due: I found a place for Him. Have you? Have you? Vic Jameson, Monday Morning
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