A thought…

November 15, 2009 § Leave a comment

Out of a box only jumping jacks come. Out of a box is where I want to set you, out of my little, tiny box; no more mocking jacks, no more fool’s disguise; no more empty cracked surprise. Just true wonder and awe, as I see you step out of that box, turning into perhaps an airplane or another toy; a lady bug cut-out or a butterfly cardboard craft. Joy and happiness, simplicity and clarity, truth and overwhelming love as we both together rejoice, for once coming out of that little, tiny, dusty box.



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