Counted

Mary and Joseph
accepted the innkeeper’s
overcrowded stable,
but feared for the many
behind them
who were turned away
to fend for themselves
through the frigid night.

A Roman guard
patrolled the streets.
He rousted folks
from the alleys
that protected them
from the relentless wind
He forced them out
of the town proper
into the wilderness.

Piercing wolf calls
kept the weary travelers
huddled together
and in doubt of whether
in the morning
they would be counted
in Caesar Augustus’s
coopted census.


copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney

postscript

Why is the census coopted? A Roman census of Judea took place in the year 6 C. E. It was ordered by the new Roman governor of Syria, Publius Sulpicius Quirinius. The gospel of Luke uses this census as a means for Joseph and Mary to travel to his birth town of Bethlehem so the Christ may be born in the home town of King David as prophecy prescribes. Luke places the census 9 years before it actually took place to facilitate his story.

I always found it odd that Joseph and Mary were forced to leave a thriving business and any livestock they owned behind, risk bandits upon the road just to be counted for a census. In the context of reality the loss of production seems crazy. In the context of creating a metaphorical story so the hero (Jesus) is born in the town of prophesy (Bethlehem) so the people rally around the hero, I understand it and am fine with it.

This poem postulates what happens to all the surplus folks who returned to Bethlehem for the census (that end up forcing Joseph and Mary to sleep in a stable and lay the new born savior in a manger) and could find no lodging at all because all space was taken.

Tangent: I always picture the donkeys and burros in the stable nibbling hay out from under the newborn Christ child, because Mary set him in a manger on top of their hay and they were hungry.

What about me? My story of “No Vacancy” took place in Des Moines, Iowa when I planned to stop there for the night back in 1995 on a trip from Milwaukee to the southern Rocky Mountains. I was unaware that their was a farm equipment trade show / convention going on and not a single room was open. I ended up driving south on I-35 into the northern portion of Missouri before finding an open motel room. So I was on the road an extra two hours that day. I guess I could have slept in my car in a Walmart parking lot, but that was not my style. Nor is it my style now.

Love & Light

Kenneth

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