Poem - Room

There’s room for every story

ROOM

Take some time and listen as Susan Graham reads the poem.

I asked God—
what about my

fingernail-biting habit

or the way I leave all

the cabinets

open in the kitchen?

What about the way I can

be dramatic,

drumming up a fight, only to

hand out apologies like

souvenirs?

What about the way I

second-guess myself,

let shame drive,

or stay quiet when I

have something to say?

What about the way I

chase accomplishments

like a dog with a bone?

What about the doubt,

or the fact

that I’m terrible at prayer and

cannot help but yawn

during church?

What about

What about

What about?

My baggage might be too

big for the van.

But then

God called me by my first

and middle name,

which always means

business,

and said:

Who told you that you

were too much?

Sugar, there is so much

room for you here.

So that’s when I grabbed

a seat

and we hit the road

and I knew right then

that the rumors were true.

There is room.

There is room.

There is room.

Poem by
Rev. Sarah (Are) Speed