For Everyone Born

“There are moments that the words don’t reach…”

It’s been a hard week for so many people. I keep trying to find the words to describe the pain and disappointment but words are failing me. I hope a favourite hymn will suffice instead.

For everyone born,
a place at the table,
for everyone born,
clean water and bread,
a shelter, a space,
for everyone born,
a star overhead.

And God will delight
when we are creators of justice and joy,
compassion and peace.

For woman and man,
a place at the table,
revising the roles,
deciding the share,
with wisdom and grace
dividing the power,
for woman and man,
a system that’s fair.

For young and for old,
A place at the table,
a voice to be heard,
a part of the song,
the hands of a child
in hands that are wrinkled,
for young and for old
the right to belong.

For just and unjust,
a place at the table,
abuser, abused,
with need to forgive,
in anger, in hurt,
a mindset of mercy,
for just and unjust,
a new way to live.

For everyone born,
a place at the table,
to live without fear,
and simply to be,
to work, to speak out,
to witness and worship,
for everyone born,
the right to be free.



Mother, writer, dreamer, hopeless romantic, opera singer, reader, researcher, lover of Jesus, Mormon and a feminist. I spend my days taming toddler tantrums and kissing boo boos. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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3 Responses

  1. Melissa says:

    This made me cry. So lovely. Thank you for sharing!

  2. EFH says:

    What a beautiful poem.

  3. AdelaHope says:

    Amy, I missed this when you first published it and I love it. Thank you for linking it here!

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