Church, Boxed 'To Go' Or Picnic Style Poem by Chuy Amante

When you need to commune with God
are you given a box with
some fear and a dash of love
and a bite of punishment
and hope for dessert?

or
Do you go to the seaside
and be still and listen
for the Master's voice
and lessons to come
from the waves, the sand
The Son/Sun
feel the love
be creation
see your part


God thought of you and POOF
here you are
Do you think of God?
What does that create?

Be still and know
explore the kingdom
not built with hands
It is ALL inside YOU