At just the right time
He knocked at the door of my “Inn.”
My life was full – bustling and
suffering.
Would I relegate Him to the cave in back
Or clear a room,
Clear my whole house,
So he could birth in me,
Live-with-me
A place where “Glory!” would sound?
Oh, the gifts that would come!
Could we, together, avoid an exile?
A death?
No.
Together,
We would live a stranger in this world,
The death of the old life and its power
would pass
And rise to new.
Glory!
