T'was the Night Before the Refugees Came

T’was the night before the refugees came

and all through the Earth

Not a creature was looking for

a magical birth

Restless kings were trying to sleep

in castles of stone

Weary shepherds watched scattered flocks-

their lot to bemoan

When to a small Bethlehem inn

Two refugees came

Joseph and his too pregnant wife -

Miriam by name

But what should their road tired ears

unexpectedly hear

“There are no more empty beds

for any I fear.

"The new laws from our government

means no space in our house

No room inside for the smallest

not even a mouse”

So Joseph took Miriam to a shelter

carved into a hill

“It’s the best I can provide tonight;

at least there’s no bill!”

So outdoors with a bull and a goat

and eight tiny sheep

While others were in their warm houses

pursuing some sleep

Caesar with untold luxuries

in his palace in Rome

Still Mary slept with all peace

for she was at home

In this world our hearts are strangers -

restless under the sun

Each man, homeless in his own home

when the day is done

Though we empty the universe of comforts

it stays ever wild

Our hearts aren’t at home until we

meet the refugee child

-JD Jones

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