I am made mostly
of coffee and empty spaces
and I wander through each day
seeking
perhaps, simply to stay awake
(hence the coffee)
but seeking
mostly
to let the Sacred dance in the empty spaces
it surprises me sometimes
how many empty spaces there are
in my soul
and I have come to realize, that these spaces
are a gift
they are the places I have chosen
to make room
to make room for the child of Christmas
once upon a time
my soul was stuffed
with ego, and ambition
with the need to please and be pleased
once my soul was littered
with my failures, and disappointments
once I was heavy
with fear, and regret
with greed
with all the miseries of humankind
and I still am
as people call evil good, and good evil
as money is deemed more important than people
as cruelty and retribution are gleefully embraced
and I still am
as I remember how I once failed so miserably
and allow myself to wander into the house of regret
but then
I think of the baby
Yes that one
That peasant boy
Crying for his mother’s breast
That one
Whose parents had to grab him and run
Run, run, run
From hate, from sword, from death
A refugee God
An immigrant God
Coming to me
Asking for space
Asking me to make room
Just a little room
That he might find a place to dwell
Asking only that I let love enter
I think of the baby
And I let go of that mistake
Space
I let go of fear
Space
I let go of anger
Space
Space for the Spirit to move
Space for the wind to blow
For the fire of love to rage
Space
For love to dance
To move through my tattered soul
Empowering
Healing
Restoring
Reconciling
The more space
The more God
The more space
The more grace
The more space
The more love
That is just the way it works
With our Dancing God
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