The Unwilling Traveler

On that night, the unwilling traveler,
Tired, frustrated, perhaps, even angry.
Angry at an unknown emperor who said, "Go,"
Angry at circumstances swirling out of control,
And even angry at God who could've but didn't.

On that night, the unwilling traveler,
Pretending, upbeat and positive, but mostly worried.
Worried about the girl he brought with him,
Worried about the child she carried inside of her,
Worried that just maybe God had forgotten them.

On that night, the unwilling traveler,
Downhearted, disillusioned, sorely disappointed.
Disappointed that all he had was hay in a stable,
Disappointed that he could do no better,
Disappointed that the Father had not provided.

On that night, the unwilling traveler,
Overwhelmed, confused, but still helping.
Helping Mary through the unending pain,
Helping a son to breathe earth's air,
Helping God to accomplish holy purposes.