Outside
the Box of Life
We
have to be outside the box of life
to
see how trapped we are when we’re
in
the box; but getting outside the box of life
is
much harder than we think; —
I,
like every person in the world, was born
in my
box; but unlike most people, I did not
feel
that I belonged, and I desperately
wanted
out of my predicament; —
Something
wasn’t right, but I didn’t know what;
and
I began to question my Roman Catholic
faith.
All the same, I prayed to Almighty God
for guidance,
but all I got was silence; —
I
was very young, but my days were long,
and
I suffered more than I could bear; and then
providence
intervened, and I did something evil
that
set the course of my life on fire; —
The
box! The box!
That was my cursed fate,
and
to find my way out, I had to break through
the
walls of my prison; but how was I to accomplish
that,
when I was so blind and ignorant? —
I struggled
to make a living, I read, I sought, I prayed,
and
even pleaded; but the walls were too thick
to penetrate,
and I took my anger out on Almighty
God like
Job in the Old Testament; —
Why,
I despaired like Job, must I suffer so when I’ve
repented
for my sin? And to my surprise, I dreamt
of my
past lives, and tiny cracks in the walls
of
my life began to appear; —
The
light was bright enough to see the darkness
in my
soul, and the more I looked at the light shining
through
the cracks of my life, the more the secret
way
of life revealed itself to me; —
The
strides that I took seemed gigantic; but they
were
bold but necessary steps that built up
my courage
and strength to live the way of life
that
Almighty God intended; —
And
when I did step outside the box of our soul’s
paradoxical
nature, how simple my life proved to be;
but God
Almighty, it took a long time to resolve
the mystery
of who we are meant to be.
Composed
in Georgian Bay, Ontario
Sunday,
April 14, 2024
