In a Box
A closed mind cannot further taste
Enlightenment or validity of reason
Absence of will to accept negates
A slight hint of proof or explanation.
So leave such a man in his little box
His choice is respected and given free
Why try to even take the sharpest axe
When his soul has dried up like a tree?
There's a time and a season for that man
When the LORD does all His knocking
But even that has a set time to end
It could be too late when he's dying.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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