I just finished reading my friend EJoye's ordination paper, in which she writes about her faith and understanding of history of the United Church of Christ. I am grateful for the gift she had given in writing it, and all I can figure out in response is a meditation on words as boxes - gifts and containers. I cannot capture my emotional and physical and intellectual responses here. You had to be there.
On Reading EJoye’s Ordination Paper
If words are boxes,
they contain the uncontainable.
They capture a piece
of what’s all around us
within rigid walls
of inescapable meaning.
If words are boxes,
they can be opened
like gifts –
Releasing a piece
of what’s all around us
to breathe with us.
If words are boxes,
they can be passed around,
turned over and shaken,
squeezed and pinched,
delighted in
as gifts to and from each other.
If words are boxes,
they can cross the globe
like parcel post.
They can be rubbed
like Aladdin’s lamp.
They can be cracked
like eggshells or codes.
They can be sliced open
like surgery or hotdog packages
They can be opened
like Pandora’s box,
releasing wonder and horror,
cruelty and hope.
They can be the way
we can capture and enforce
the violence of existence.
or the way we capture and share
the magic of existence.
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