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No Room

There was no room on the page for such good news to be told; nor room between the lines for superscripts to be seen. There was no room on the card for announcing God's greeting; nor room on the mantelshelf for greener peace to be viewed. So the angel passed on by now looking for space among paper waste for recycling; right there delivering anew. And is there room in my day to open myself to God? room to see his gifts afresh, lest I should throw them away?

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