A Distant Knock
(An Innkeeper Remembers)
Sleep was a friend that
night so full
Tired of disappointment
I no longer responded
to knocks
at my door
No fault of mine was
the forced assembly
My trade was to house
people not excuses
so my words
were clear-
“No room”
My retreat was the night
so in a dream I
heard a distant knock
Wanting not to awake
but I did
to find them
“With Child”…his words
waking my
slumbering soul
What kind of man would
take this risky journey
into the unknown?
Wishing I had stayed dreaming
I led them to my stable
saying not what
was in my heart and mind-
“What kind of world
this must be”
Then in her pain she put
her hand upon my face
and whispered haunting words-
“Bless you dear one-
You make space for
God’s child
this night”
Her kindness contained no judgment
and her words wrapped
me like some blanket
Not ever have I felt
such an accepting
presence
I walked back to my
place of dreaming
wondering about that
distant knock
and what kind
of God
would do this
Jody Seymour –Christmas 2017
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