Innkeeper, we come
to escape from
pressures in town
such as hate's frown,
flattery's smile,
and serpentine guile.
Book us a place
in your stable. Face
us toward the hay
where omnipotence' ray
shone through a child
happy and mild.
We will not come
beating pride's drum,
demanding crude
egotistical food,
to dance self-will's halls
then stumble and fall—
but ask to see
divinity
made manifest
to heal and bless
where Christ, Truth, proves
that God is Love.
