A time long past
With the cold chill of night giving urgency
To the need for shelter.
Smell the thick closeness of animals, grains and straw
In this place built specifically for their birth and now His.
It was not clean, not still, not comfortable,
But there it was.
No bed, no linens,
And none would sacrifice for Him.
Imagine the pains that brought Him into this world.
Who could arrive this way knowing all that was to come?
Just a child born to a carpenter and his young wife,
While life went on around them.