Some months ago I came across The Innkeeper by John Piper. It is a beautiful poem, imaginatively describing reflections on the Nativity, narrated in a discussion of Bethlehem’s innkeeper with Jesus as a grown man – just before the crucifixion.
The poem is excellently written: poignant, creative, and insightful.
Here is the opening stanza:
Jake’s wife would have been fifty-eight
The day that Jesus passed the gate
Of Bethlehem, and slowly walked
Toward Jacob’s Inn. The people talked
With friends, and children played along
The paths, and Jesus hummed a song,
And smiled at every child he saw.