how do they manage it,
those people with the grace
to offer standing invitations?
“you are always welcome,”
they say, and mean it—
and before you know it
there you are, in the space
they have made for you,
in the room in their hearts
with your name on the door.
you are always welcome
i’d love to say, and mean it,
with the space to offer such
invitations of good standing—
but this little room in my heart
is all i have. is it grace enough
for now?