A Box for God
In this beautiful box is where I keep God.
It is on a high shelf way back in the closet under some boxes and piles of clothes.
I do not open the box very often.
There is not anything in the box that is valuable to me most of the time.
Mostly, I forget this box with God inside is even there.
I am afraid to touch this box.
I am scared it will break.
Maybe if I touch this box, it will no longer be useful or valuable to anyone else.
The God in this box might disappear if I use it.
My God in a box is just fine up on the highest shelf, hard to reach.
I take it out from time to time like when I need something, treating this box with God inside like a vending machine.
Sometimes I take it out when my life is a mess.
Other than that, I do not have anything to do with it.
This box for God is only a small part of my life.