Room in the Cave

Our restless souls
Never found respite
No room in the cave
No suitable lodging.
After the long journey
Ensuing our stars
Through distant empires
Of cold solitude
Gold, frankincense
And myrrh, gifts
For priests and kings
Heavenly currencies
Not enough enticement
For this wretched world
To welcome its God.
No room in the caves
Of the empty hearts
Of the foolish minds
Too full of ourselves
With exhausting worries.
Wise traveling through
On ravines and deserts
We too had been strangers
On this earth forsaken
Struggling to escape
From the impending night.
No room in the cave
No place under sun
No place in this world
Where came to be born
The Child of God’s Glory.