Not in my name the deeds you say I claim.
I am a God without a kingdom,
no church, no mosque, no synagogue.
I do not issue rules or regulations,
promise neither heaven nor hell.
Absent in the speeches and the rhetoric,
I am with you only when you wish each other well.
I will not force your hand, invade your thoughts
but wait for you to look for me.
I do not ask you to be good,
to be better, to be best.
I only ask if you love me,
disregard the rest.
Tonight I seek an open door,
a face that doesn’t turn away.
I am the stranger looking for a place to stay.
Do not be afraid to let me in.
♦️♦️♦️
We lose our leaves and shiver towards Christmas,
bare and unprepared. Death is always just around the corner.
Bones turn to stone but raspberries keep on ripening.
The pear tree knows that life’s a gift.
The more it gives the more it grows.
Raise your eyes to granite skies,
the goose our winter guest has come to
grace our shores. A chance to open doors,
come in and eat with us make all things new.
Embrace the stranger sitting next to you.
Something slight and tender
slips in with the night
and turns to light.
Seeking space,
a dwelling place,
what you let in is your life.
🕊🕊🕊
Words
like birds
fly south
seek warmer land
language we can understand.
A virus stole our breath
blowing us apart
tainting all we touch.
Breathe on us wild wind
place your mouth on ours
allay our fears.
Look up and see a flock of geese
in flawless symmetry
every feather counts.
Let air
like prayer
enfold us
bring us
home.
Sarah Reader Harris
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