Make Room

Expecting Me?

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.

It’s believed

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

New breath

Fresh eyes

Hope!

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.

Light, embodied.

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.

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