I am making my way
Leaving everything I’ve known for solidarity.
To be with you.
Can you make room?
Like Mary, open your womb;
Give me refuge, make living space within.
I am growing a body
One progressive mind
One beating heart for creation -kind
Two arms to carry my love
Shoulders to bear it,
Legs that will walk me to the end.
That it takes a divine act
An angelic messenger, or miracle
An unwinding string of unbelievable- yet real circumstances
To convince and inspire real world change.
True, and yet,
Willing souls also make a difference
To resist death-dealing, starve fear,
And consecrate space for holiness:
Life begetting life
This kind of resistance calls you with me to offer dignity
House the refugee
Grace the infringed, the exiled
The homeless, the stranger
To become the innkeeper
Allowing just one more family without reservation
His last bit of room
Just enough for me.
Grow with me. Expand.
Breathe deep, welcome, make room
There is MORE THAN ENOUGH
I AM, after all
For every last one of you.
Lead one another by MY WAY.
Leaving everything you’ve known
For solidarity. To be with me.
I AM expecting you.
Make room, beloved,
There is more than enough.
BEHOLD I MAKE ALL THINGS NEW.
Let there be light.