Manger of the Heart

This season

This year

This time

Was to be the one.

The one when

I became sanctified

Fully converted

Free of selfish pride.

The way is not ready

For You

For a peaceful place

To be born anew.

I long to offer

A pure home

A royal palace

Within my heart.

But You come

Too soon

My welcome weak

I haven’t prepared the room!

My designs incomplete

My heart

Longing for heavenly aroma

Still an earth-scented manger.

I am not ready

But You come.

Even as I am

Little and poor

I cannot turn You away

Come, knock on my door.

Take me as I am

Your presence alone

Can transform this manger

Into the dwelling of a King.