Poem for the Fifteenth Sunday after Trinity

Housekeeper

This is my little town,

My Bethlehem,

And here, if anywhere,

My Christ Child

Will be born.

I must begin

To go about my day–

Sweep out the inn,

Get fresh hay for the manger

And be sure

To leave my heart ajar

In case there may be travellers

From afar.

Elizabeth Rooney

from A Widening Light, Regent College Publishing, 1984  

When you read this poem in place of “My Bethlehem” say “my home, my heart.”   This is exactly where Christ wants to be born today, within each one of us.  Let’s pray that we always leave our hearts ajar, in case there may be travellers from near or far.

Tina Lamb