Love came to town and found
no room at the inn.
But someone found
room enough—
sweeping out a stable,
tying the animals to one side
(the hearty ones left in the cold).
Mary, great—not feeling so great—with Child:
the waters above,
the waters below,
broken, now.
all creation groans. . .
the sky explodes,
new Light.
Love came to town and found
no room at the inn.
Somehow we found
room enough
for each of us, inside Love:
new Human—new humanity,
all things new.
thoughts, prayers & songs: 
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