Innkeepers
A Prayer Poem by Sr. Juliemarie McDonald for December 25, 2011
The true light, which enlightens everyone, was coming into the world.
(John 1:9)
(John 1:9)
We are the innkeepers of our soul.
Our souls are caves -- damp, dark, and dingy.
In the smelly stables of our souls,
we house our own stable's mice and spiders and crawly things.
Our souls are caves -- damp, dark, and dingy.
In the smelly stables of our souls,
we house our own stable's mice and spiders and crawly things.
Yet, Jesus, as in days of old,
still chooses such unlikely caves
in which to become incarnate.
still chooses such unlikely caves
in which to become incarnate.
Enfleshed once more in our humanness,
taking on our human limitations
of littleness, simplicity, and childlikeness,
he craves to be cradled and crooned to again
by human hands and voices.
taking on our human limitations
of littleness, simplicity, and childlikeness,
he craves to be cradled and crooned to again
by human hands and voices.
Welcome, Lord Jesus.
Enter into the dark caves of our souls.
Be born again in our limitedness.
Infinity embrace our finiteness
to reach out through us
to others whose caves are also
dark, and damp, and dingy.
Shine through us, O Jesus,
into this dark world of ours.
Light up the spaces of our souls once more,
that we may be the stars that lead to new Bethlehems.
Enter into the dark caves of our souls.
Be born again in our limitedness.
Infinity embrace our finiteness
to reach out through us
to others whose caves are also
dark, and damp, and dingy.
Shine through us, O Jesus,
into this dark world of ours.
Light up the spaces of our souls once more,
that we may be the stars that lead to new Bethlehems.
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