Cardboard cutouts on the floor,
People wish that You were more like
what they wanted You to be.
Eventually, they won't have much of You at all
in their theology.
The walls are closing in on You.
You cannot be contained at all.
I don't want to make You small.
I don't want to fit You in my pocket..
a cross around my throat.
You are brighter than the sun.
You're closer than
the tiny thoughts I have of You,
but I could never fathom You.
At all.
Broken mouldings all around.
Broken people hit the groud
when they discover that
You're not here for our benefit.
You love
in spite of us.
You use
the least of us....
to prove the strong aren't really strong .
At all.
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