contributed by Elli
Am I a full hotel?
Focused on strangers that don’t stay long
Lots of doors and
Locks
In place of a stable
Do I fill up rooms with arrogance and pride
And have no space for learning
Lock the door on grace
And leave out love?
Have I been booked with busy-ness
And not penciled in silence and stillness
Too occupied with accumulating
To realize the miracle
Could be happening
In me?
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