“Prepare my heart, Lord.” 

Such a silly request, it seems – 
to ask the One for whom I wait 
to make my heart ready. 
And yet, this morning, 
mere days before 
His arrival, 
I hold this grief: 
the inn of my heart is booked! 
Booked full of
distractions 
worries
fears
selfishness
pride.
I loathe how these things 
lodge in the king-sized beds
I pray readied for Him.
Oh, how I loathe my weakness 
to turn them away!

I have only one move to make. 

I cry out again right now,
and each day until He comes: 

“Prepare my heart, Lord! 
Prepare my heart!”