The Stranger

The Stranger visiting my home
Though receiving warm embrace
Understands their role as guests
And that my home is not their place
Understands the visit ends
With dismissing words of grace

The Stranger within my land
Strangers they must remain
Lest my people become the aliens
And my inheritance iron chains
Lest their gods become ascendant
And their seed become our bane

The Stranger is distinct
We extend kindness for God’s sake
But forgetting we are other
Would be a mutually harmful mistake
It would be to forget the proverb
“High fences, good neighbors make