In Which There is Always Room

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How He changed everything,
The One for whom there was no room.

And now, it’s forever
Different.

“Come in,” he says,
“Welcome.”
“There’s always room.”

“Room for the straight, and room for the crooked,
Room for the queer and room for the odd,
Room when you’ve messed up, and are so sorry
Room when you cannot see why you should be sorry.”

Room for the kind ones, and room for the mean ones,

Room for the “Don’t know why I am so mean ones.”

Room for the sleek, always-praised-and-loved ones

Room for the abused, bruised, and knocked-about ones.

 

“Room for those whose knock is timid, tenuous:
‘I’ve messed up,
I need you
I want you
I can’t do without You!’ ”

“Come in,” he says,
To us who so long for his coming
Into our fainting, faltering hearts.

“Come in.
There is always room,
There is always enough.
I died to ensure it.
Come, eat me,
Drink me,
Dance with me.
Welcome.”