Under the wintry skies, <br />Sundered from home and kin, <br />With patience and love in her eyes, <br />Mary is journeying. <br />The angels keep watch and ward, <br />And Joseph is there to guard, <br />But – ‘there is no room at the inn.” <br /> <br />No room in the inns of Life, <br />No place for Christ the King, <br />Through the Heavens with joy are rife, <br />Where worshipping angels sing, <br />In palace, and street and mart, <br />In the worlds great pagan heart <br />There is no welcoming. <br /> <br />But in far cathedrals dim, <br />Where Christmas lilies bloom <br />‘Mid incense and holy hymn, <br />And tapers lighting the gloom, <br />Where the Christmas crib is laid, <br />And children come, unafraid <br />His own are finding Him room. <br /> <br />Here the humble ones of the earth, <br />The poor, and the sorely tried <br />Are waiting the dear Lord’s birth, <br />And their arms are open wide, <br />And Mary will find them grace <br />Who makes for Her child a place <br />In their hearts, this Christmas-tide.<br /><br />Alice Guerin Crist<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-welcome/
