Innkeeper

Innkeeper

A small town cannot cope
I tell you – we’ve never been busier!
Every room taken from simple lodge
to high class hotel. Not even a cave
can spare its shelter.
No room to lay a head for a night.
No room I tell you,

No room for a saviour,
No place for a son to be born
of God of Mary for all…
to have room in our hearts.
To offer a place to lodge for all time,
not just this night in December,
but each night.

Perhaps there is room,
a corner
to cradle
the King of Love.

 

Written for 2016 Carol Services reflecting on the unseen homeless residents of our towns and villages.  With love and much respect to all at:  Hope Restored

What you see

Can you hear the cry of the city?

‘ Big Issue ‘

‘ Big Issue ‘

Is the cry of the street vendor and they are right, there are so many Big Issues.  And Yet,  There is a way of walking in the city, purposeful, focussed, absent.  Does the ‘Shelter Cymru’ fund-raiser, (with the red bib and clipboard) make this even more ironic?  As dogs with their companions occupy vacant doorways – how many there are, yet how silent the city.  Gangs of smokers lurk at back entrances to offices, the new staff room.  Eager concert goers queue by the Taff.  Families set out blankets on Bute Park and the campaign against greed, blankets, sleeping bags, dread-locks, wakes up in the grounds of the Castle.  Big Society?  Not until all belong it won’t be.  How quiet it is as joggers go round, allotments grow, leather hits willow, and ordinands study in Llandaf.  The cry of the street vendor muffled, diminished by the walls – so many walls.