Short Superscripts Poems

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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