… joins an exile endured by millions,
bombed out of their homes,
villages flattened and burned, 
forced to flee
without destination.

 “Go to the land I will show you,
the place where I will cause Myself to be seen.”

Who will take him in?
Who will embrace him, hold him,
soothe him?

Who will show him that we are
compassionate and merciful,
long-suffering but great in lovingkindness,
like the One 
in Whose image we are made.

Does it matter whose baby this is?