No Room

Behold, I stand at the
door, and knock
Big America, Big America,
let me come in.
 
     No. We are not blind.
     You might be a wolf in the
     only clothes on your back
     sent to swallow us whole.
 
Please. I no longer have
a place to lay my heart.
My smile is broken and
devils fill my dreams.
 
     No. We may be pigs
     but we are not fools.
     We know your wretchedness
     could be a subtle ruse.
 
Please. I have long heard
of the brave flame shining in
the night sky, held by
a mother’s stately arm.
 
     No. As the Innkeeper once
     said: There is no room.
     Our great plans simply
     do not include you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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11 Comments

  1. pastordt on January 28, 2017 at 5:20 am

    Thank you. You have captured it, painfully, truly.

  2. Bridget Manley on January 28, 2017 at 7:03 am

    Wonderfully written, as always. I just wish it weren’t so damn true.

  3. Hope on January 28, 2017 at 1:20 pm

    This makes me so sad……. Very well written.

  4. Jim Harrison on January 28, 2017 at 2:11 pm

    Truth. Masterfully done, John. Spoken from the heart of the gospel!

  5. Jeannie Prinsen on January 28, 2017 at 4:02 pm

    Thanks for writing this. This is what embracing fear leads to.

  6. James Work Photography on January 28, 2017 at 7:15 pm

    AMEN AMEN AMEN ….jasL

  7. Annie B on January 28, 2017 at 7:31 pm

    Woke up this morning with the words on the Statue of Liberty in my head. And now this.

  8. Christine Perica on January 28, 2017 at 8:02 pm

    So perfectly said! I will not stand for this! It is time for action.

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  10. Steph E on January 30, 2017 at 10:42 pm

    thank you.

  11. jane r williams on April 18, 2017 at 8:03 am

    John, you’ve been unusually quiet lately here on this Poem link. Gotta say, my soul misses your poems and hoping there hasn’t been a bend in your road that might leave us poemless. That would feel a travesty. Though if that were the case, I’d dig deep and bless you on your way.

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