B is for Bethlehem – full, save for a manger
No room in the Inn that night,
So the story goes,
What price would a room be now?
No one knows.
War drifts on in a conflict – tense, unsure
Where can we find hope in this landscape?
Yet, hope became life
In that bundle in the hay
Over two thousand years ago –
We can still pray.
Jo Hansen 