Have you ever felt that all the routine of religion built little faith but lots of walls? I find it amusing that so many times I confine my infinite God so perfectly well into my narrow contained mind. So many time God is trying to get my attention but can't because self set parameters won't let Him. It's almost kind of like a Jack in the Box. When you want a little God encounter you turn the handle and... BAM, you have some "God" in your face. So as I usually do when I find out something depressing about myself I wrote a poem. I haven't worked on it since I wrote it but here it is anyway.
Locked in my box
covered by my lies
surrounded by my shame
encased in my stigmas
You're my "god in a box"
self-service savior
emergency hugger
pocket pacifier
king of sunday
and maybe wednesday
left... just in case
If?
Couldn't?
Perhaps?
No, I ask out of duty
Because I should
transition
I love you
show me yourself
oh, god, I need you
to fill... my box
Curtain
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