Monday, August 8, 2005


HONEST SEARCHING. A few years ago, a friend sent me a poem worked out at a critical moment in his journey of faith. This evening, rummaging through files in search of something else, I ran across Ev's piece. It struck me for its honesty and insight. He called it "Faith of the Fathers." Thanks for sharing this insight for our journeys, Ev:

He put God in a box
and built a box around it,
layer upon layer of wood and nails.
I asked to see the God in the box.
"You can see him. Just look!"
I looked and looked,
but I couldn't see in the box,
through the box.
"I can't see," I cried.
"Open the box!"
"Oh, no. We can't do that.
It's scarifying
and terrifying.
No one can see God and live."
This is living?
Unable to see
with an unusable God
in an ineffable box?

He went away.
I thought again of the box,
layer upon layer.
I peeled them back.
The nails pierced my hands,
the wood splintered my fingers,
the seeking wounded my heart.
At last I found the tiny box
where he cocooned God.
I tore it open, gasping for air,
only to find God wasn't in there;
but God was everywhere else
except the box.

1 comment:

  1. Perfect poem...and great to see another Wesleyan here. I found your blog while searching for references to my new book, Blowing The Lid Off The God-Box. (Morehouse, 2005) I wish I'd known about the poem while I was writing!


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