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?
Copyright © Lisle Ryder | Year Posted 2018
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