22)"Redemption Knocked" Krista Kahsen

Redemption knocked

At my door

It was a normal night -

and nothing more

Throughout that day

I washed and cleaned

scrubbed and swept

My Inn - From top to bottom

Preparing for

The native travelers

Who worn and tired

Needed a place to lay

Redemption knocked

At my door

It was a normal night -

and nothing more

One by one

I welcomed each guest

Offered them water

And a key to their room

Pristine and perfect

Were each of their spaces

Lain with clean linens

And bowls - To wash their faces

Redemption knocked

At my door

It was a normal night -

and nothing more

Retired to my bed

At half-past ten

I contented myself

With the work I had done

Each guest now lies

Quite comfortably still

In the beds and the places

That I crafted for them

Redemption knocked

At my door

It was a normal night -

and nothing more

Knocked.

Knock.

Knocking.

That persistent knock- who could it be?

The rooms are filled

The door has been shut

I cannot possibly take another

From out of my slumber

I walk to the door

To open and behold

A young couple - Standing there

Redemption knocked

At my door

It was a normal night -

and nothing more

Asking for a corner

Maybe a crumble too

Of my possessions to share

I shook my head -

And said I had nothing

The man pleaded and begged

Telling of the child

That was nearly due

“I don’t have room” -

Was all I could say

Redemption knocked

At my door

It was a normal night -

and nothing more

I thought for a moment

Of the bed where I sleep

Surely I could give up

One night for these travelers

But no!

I hadn’t washed my linens

Nor swept my floors -

I hadn’t dusted the corners

Or patched the lingering holes

Redemption knocked

At my door

It was a normal night -

and nothing more

I mustn’t let them in.

I mustn’t let them see.

Me behind -

My generosity

So turning they went

Away from my Door

To settle in the Stable

On the straw-strewn floor

Redemption knocked

At my door

It was a normal night -

and nothing more

Krista Kahsen is a young photographer, church pianist, and hometown missionary in Michigan. She is currently studying English through CollegePlus and enjoys being a camp counselor when she gets the chance. Check out her blog and like her photography page below:

www.inksimpressionsandivory.blogspot.com

www.flickr.com/kristarosephotography