Poetry Wednesday--John Donne

Immensity cloistered in thy dear womb,
Now leaves His
well-belov'd imprisonment,
There He hath made Himself to His intent
Weak enough, now into the
world to come;
But O, for thee, for Him, hath the inn
no room?
~From Nativity by John Donne

I love how this poem talks about Christ being "cloistered" and "imprisoned" in the womb, like He will be imprisoned in the grave.  But He has broken through both types of imprisonment and, in so doing, freed us.