Agoraphobia

A poem written about the religious rules that we set up for ourselves...

Agoraphobia

We humans love our boxes;
We need to feel the cardboard walls
To trick ourselves in thinking we are safe
And in the shelter we won’t fall…

We crave a set of strict constraints
Which tell us where we cannot go,
And how exactly we must serve
To swim the way the waters flow…

But God has blown apart our boxes,
That we might learn to dance and run
Among the breezes He created,
Beneath a glorious summer sun!

And yet, in spite of all our freedom,
And all the beauty of God’s plans,
We let ourselves be ruled by fears,
Deciding to heed their every command…

So we then build ourselves a new box,
That we might feel ourselves secure
Inside our flimsy walls of cardboard
And all the rules that we’ve procured.