I would like to share a poem my mother-in-law wrote. One year ago today, I had the honor of reading it at her funeral…
No Fitting Place
They came to my town their taxes to pay
The weariness showed in their faces that day.
She was young and fair…with child, I could see
They came down the road, and came straight to me.
“Oh sir, we are weary and my wife’s time is near.
Could you tell me if there is room for us here?”
My stable out back was quiet and clean.
No vermin or fleas that I’d ever seen.
They gratefully settled down in the hay
And these old eyes had never seen such a sight!
A giant star hung over the place of his birth,
And folks came to see Him from all over this earth.
God first told the lowly shepherds out with their sheep
To come see his Son, their vigil to keep.
The angels came then and were singing their song
Of the birth of a Savior they’d awaited so long.
The Heavenly Hosts praised this victor from sin
And sang of peace, good will to men.
And then they were gone; all was quiet again.
Things could not be the same as they were then.
For the rest of my life I’d remember this day