Christmas Prayer   Let not our hearts be busy inns, That have no room for Thee, But cradles for the living Christ And His nativity.   Still driven by a thousand cares The pilgrims come and go; The hurried caravans press on; The inns are crowded so!   Here are the rich and busy ones, With things that must be sold, No room for simple things within This hostelry of gold.   Yet hunger dwells within these walls, These shining walls and bright, And blindness groping here and there Without a ray of light.   Oh, lest we starve, and lest we die, In our stupidity, Come, Holy Child, within and share Our hospitality.   Let not our hearts be busy inns, That have no room for Thee, But cradles for the living Christ And His nativity.   -- Ralph Cushman (1869-1960)