A barn is such a peaceful place,

Warmth from the wooden walls,

Wrap ‘round its inhabitants ,

As they softly munch on hay,

And rustle the straw as they move..

Those therein’ don’t worry and fret,

They are not envious or mean spirited,

Contentment abounds as each just exists in the now,

The moment at hand, grateful for the comfort

Of a warm bed and a full belly.

I have slept in barns many times,

Many times as I waited for the birth of a foal,

And even for a few weeks when our family was homeless,

(More or less but that’s another story)

So it isn’t at all surprising to me,

That God would choose a stable for his son,

Free from the malice and cruelty of man,

Among the innocence of the stable creatures.