o holy night…
There we were like Mary and Joseph except
you weren’t pregnant and we weren’t trying
to find lodging for the night just a table in the
festive pub, so when the innkeeper or should
I say hostess said ‘there’s room for two at the
bar’ I knew, like God’s midwife, that on nights
most holy, like date-night with your wife, you
take what you can can get, so we bellied-up to
straddle stools and chatted with the bartender
who you swore couldn’t be more than sixteen.
You turned your face to me to say ‘my daddy
would’ve liked this place’ and I saw tears in
your eyes. I smiled at the memory of another
man named John, the man who watched me
ride away so long ago with his little girl at
my side. I turned back to see our reflection in
the sumptuous bar mirror, a man and wife
who’ve journeyed long and far beneath the
star of grace, two people once no more than
kids who’ve grown older now and found room.
You say good things about good life, John. Thanks for the nuance in this writing. Cheers to you and your bride.
Good to hear from you, Seth…cheers back, hope the rock house welcomed you well.
It’s nice to come here and find breathing room. You words are a wonderful reflection of God’s grace.
Thank you, Patricia…
Loved this a whole lot. I’m trying to catch up on email and was happy to find a couple in there from you. I’ll be at this catch up game for a while – maybe I’ll find another! Like a treasure hunt.