Black_Bird
Not Innocent
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- Oct 26, 2001
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I once tried to find God in a card board box. I pulled it over my head and sung inside of it sweet songs of worship. I plastered pretty pictures on the inside and contimplated their holy nature. I broke the box down and wrote upon it's outside stories of inspiration and miricles. I stripped myself of all things, save that holy card board box. I cut the box into strips and rearranged them, and taped them back together, thinking that something had been wrong with the way in which the cardboard box was first put together. I tried other card board boxes. I even tried to give them away, thinking that God would come to those who shared the glory of the cardboard box.
Perhaps God can not be found inside a box?
Perhaps God can not be found inside a box?