Advent Through Poetry Day SIXTEEN (Door To a New World)

Uh-oh, here comes another one. 

The hooman already said we have no room- 

But all they can do is come

and pound on me like drums of doom!

People never stop to think

of how much it hurts

when people pound on you day and night- 

pretty sure that’s the worst. 

But this poor woman seems so tired…

wonder what my hooman will say. 

So many people have walked through my frame

So many we’ve had to turn away. 

Well, you woodn’t believe it- 

what my hooman just said!

They can stay in the stable 

to use as a bed. 

Little do they know that this babe

will grow to make more of me

and open other people’s eyes

open new doors, so they can truly see. 

Little do they know that this little child

born in the stable I saw while swinging on my hinges

would die on a piece of wood

after being an outcast on the fringes. 

Who knew that this babe would grow

to be a man who saws and sees

who would take us from the ark of wood

and step out of our frame, to be truly free?