There is Room
The world may feel like one long stretch of night,
like an endless winter, or a hovering rain cloud.
And life may feel like walking into the wind,
an uphill climb in every direction,
but we can still open the door.
We can’t calm every storm,
but we can turn on the porch lights.
We can add chairs to the table.
We can keep clean sheets on the guest bed,
just in case.
We can hold the elevator,
and learn pronouns.
We can tell stories of belonging,
and take turns listening.
We can learn each other’s names,
and plant trees for our children.
We can study privilege
and advocate for mental health.
We can insist,
every single day,
in a million different ways:
there is room,
there is room,
there is room for you here.
We can’t calm every storm,
but we can turn on the porch lights.
Poem by Rev. Sarah (Are) Speed
reprinted with permission from A Sanctified Art
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