I.
Is there room in my heart
For the ones excluded, tossed out, forbidden to enter?
Can I scoot over
Just a bit, move my junk
So another can lie down and rest
For awhile
Until it is safe again to venture out?
It’s a stretch
I like my privacy
My quiet my space
I’m tired and weary
But they more so.
II.
So here I am
Trying to live the life
I believe in
Yet, struggling to do so
Something in me
Just wants to be left alone
To be quiet
To have some space
To get well and strong again.
But there are too many
Who have far less
Peace than I
Who need something
That I have plenty of.
Can I just share and be glad
Because I know it is all worth the while
To give away my extra
To another
Somehow it multiplies
And I end up with more
Than I had to start with
With joy beaming on top
Like a shiny red
Cherry smiling
From a hot fudge
Sunday.
© 2012 Julie Clark
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great post
Thanks for your input. I got a little carried with the hot fudge sunday probably. I do want to express how often I receive something when I reach out to help another and am often surprised by joy. Do you have any suggestions?