Room for royalty
Only in the poorest places;
Nevertheless, love lights the sky.
Room for royalty
Runs from window to window
Into the streets and lanes
And where the south winds blow.
Only in the poorest places
Are found the richest memories
Full of life and color,
From mourning, fear, and lies.
Nevertheless, love lights the sky
And pulls from pain the treasure
Of thorns pruned out of roses
And mercy never measured.
postscript
A Glosa for DFC day 8. Think of Bethlehem. [link]