Children in cages.
Babies in barns.
Bassinettes in the rushes.
Infants in mangers.
Kings as refugees in tent cities.
And while the facts are always true,
the lies are always powerful.
And the narrative built on lies makes clear:
there’s no room for the dark-skinned baby boy,
whose parents are doing their best,
to follow the laws of the empire
while raising a child in light of the goodness of the kingdom.
So hardship, anxiety, and finally the gift of birth
is met with “no room,” “no space,” “no acceptance,”
on this side of the cage,
the women and men
who do everything to
say their names,
tell their stories,
and promise to them
and the locking of knowing eyes,
that they are loved.
One face of one child,
on any and every side of
any and every
possesses the image
of the Divine
in all the
perfectly fashioned ways
You are dared to look in the eyes
of any child
born on any side
of the rich man’s argument
and say he is not
fit to be the king of the universe.
And he is [
acceptance, room, space, or not,
thanks be given to God.
Pine Tree Dr.