This Christmas poem caresses my heart, so a re-blog here is a given, thanks Daryl, and bless you this holy season.
Here’s a thought to ponder
To let us dwell within
The bible only tells us
“There’s no room at the inn”
The Greek word “kataluma”
Was “inn” that we assume
But the real meaning
Is that of a “guest room”
Houses in Judea
Had a second floor
The family in the main room
Another for guests, more
On the lower level
Their animals they kept
Keeping them protected
And warmth for when they slept
Joseph had some relatives
In Bethlehem, presume
Chances they we welcomed
And stayed in their guest room
And “while they were there”
For birth of the baby
They went to the first floor
For some privacy
There, placed in a manger
On a bed of straw
Still in the humble setting
Is born our sense of awe
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