No Room

Its raining outside
steam rising off pavement
around shadows in ragged coats
clustered in doorways
not everyone is in.
I know.
They pass a bottle between them,
pull knit caps down over their ears,
chew jerky stolen from the am pm
not everyone is in.
I know
They’ve fallen through cracks
cracking ice forming on puddles
in soaked shoes that will not dry til spring.
not everyone is in.
I know.
They are like salmon in the river
living off instincts, hearing some siren call
too irresistible….they have lost
their way..what God gave to Adam…
their ability to choose.
They will not find their way back
unless…..unless we decide that
everyone must be in.
I know

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1 Response to No Room

  1. Dad says:

    like! I always have enjoyed your writings

    Liked by 1 person

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