A Question of Priorities

Outside, the night was rainy and grey a blustery wind from the north blew cold. Inside the coup it was light as day; cozy and warm, and the light glowed gold. The Chickens content as they settled for night; looking forward to getting a good night’s rest. Suddenly strangers appeared in the light; standing in the cold, all soaked and stressed. A Coyote mother with two young pups seeking refuge from the storm they left behind. “My neighbor Chickens can you put us up; the night is cold; would you be so kind?” Weary of her motives, the rooster has fears; to the hen he says, “We must beware; a Coyote in the henhouse could lead to tears. We have much to lose; we must take care.” With compassion the hen looks to the door; she can feel the mother’s dire situation. To the rooster says, “They’re wet to the core; we’ve been given much; we must share our station.” Today our country is faced with the same; refugees at the door trying not to fall. Do we let them in and share our claim, or do we turn our backs and build a wall?