Beautiful Poem

I'm reading the third book in the "Dan Poole" trilogy by Brian McLaren (among other things I'm reading now too!). This one is called The Last Word and The Word After That. I've just cracked it open and already I have somthing I just have to share.

I read this chapter and put the book down to share this poem. I hope that it touches you too.

Boxes

We like things boxed. Cereal,
Candy, soap, gifts and corpses.
They seem safe when boxed, as are
We. As is God and other
Potential dangers. So we
Sleep in a box, awake in
A box, shower in a box,
Refrigerate food, store knives,
Drive to work, work for hours, where
We stare each day at boxes,
In boxed lives. Boxed-in we live.
Through boxed windows we look out, in.
God, once boxed, broke out, broke free.
But we keep pushing God back,
Our Jack, popping out on cue,
To music, though it's not fair.
Nests have birds. Dens have foxes.
God will have none of our small
Boxes.God is free and we
Are too.