A Poem for these Covid times

No room in our lives for the father.

No room in our lives for the father.
No room in our lives for his son.
No room in our lives for his spirit.
There’s a battle to be had and to be won.

No room at the inn for God’s family.
No room at the inn for us all.
No room elsewhere in the village.
Except a stable with a stall.

No clear message to help keep us committed.
No clear message to hold on to this year.
No clear message for mankind to kindle.
No clear message to banish the fear.

If we carry this burden or longing.
We need to know that messages are not always clear.
We need to know that the future is ours in the making.
And show compassion to others all year.

Make the room to say thank you to the father.
Thank him especially for his son.
Thank him also for his spirit.
And see them not three but as one.

Take heart in their unified message.
And share that message, don’t hide it away.
Remember all things are of God’s own creation.
The challenge is knowing what to say.

But with gentleness and an ear for listening,
And the help of family and friends,
The message is waiting to be answered.
Make room and you’ll make amends.

Ray Sudlow @2021