• I reach down slow
    Puzzling eyes
    Long, limber fingers reach out
    For that little box

    It emits a sad glow, like a dying little faery
    I can feel sorrow pouring from it, like water over a dam
    And I share in its saddness
    I share in its pain
    Poor God
    It must be so crammed in your little box

    Human words have built this box
    And human ways have enslaved you
    Because of the greed, the power, the glory
    They have taken something vaster than the Unvierse
    And put it in a box

    I shed a tear, and then two
    And they fall on the closed lid
    My dragon wings beats slowly
    My heart aches for help

    I cannot pry it open
    Though I try with all my might
    People pass by and mock me
    Not one finger is lifted to help me
    Others raise their hands
    They strike me for my objection
    To something as great as God
    Being put in a little box

    I want to free him
    So I am evil
    I want everyone to see him for what he really is
    So I am a herald for the Devil
    I want to open God's little box
    I want to show the world who He is
    With out the masks
    With out the lies
    With out misconceptions that have lived through the ages

    With my heart uneasy and heavy
    I put God's little box back down
    I beat my wings
    I offer my thanks and apologies
    And I offer him my prayers
    As I leave I pray for tolerance
    And the courage to accept a change
    I pray that one day not only my kind
    Will release a being as uncontainable
    As wonderful
    And as powerful as a God
    From his little, man-made box