No Room In the Inn

How horrible to be homeless on a cold night with pains of labor
starting. The cruelty of a world that looks away when it sees the
couple desperate to find refuge in which to bear a child. Would
the mother or the babe even survive such an ordeal? Only a few
animals look on. They’ve seen it all before in the barn. The
miracle and mundanity of birth.

And suddenly the air is alive with the crying child. How many years would this child cry, growing up in such an uncaring world?
Better to stay here among the passive kindness of four-legged
creatures. Better to let the kindness of the universe go on
without comment. Better not to let in the stragglers who heard
the commotion and now wanted to see what had been born here.

Merrymakers from rooms upstairs were disrupting it all with their loud singing. Carols that had little to do with a family that found itself shut out from warmth and sustenance.


About christineemmert

Words have been part of my life. First the spoken word in my time as an actress and increasingly the written word in my shift to writer. I write across the genres, but mostly as a playwright and poet. My interest as my life extends is in the realm of tethering myth to the mundane reality where I live. In this vein I have expanded into stories and novels. Presently I look at how myths taken from past cultures can affect us today. Hence my novella of Lilith which is out on Kindle . I live in the Eastern Woodlands where I try to incorporate nature into my many writing projects. We are so in danger of losing that link to our very planet!
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