Container

The church
Is often viewed
As a container
A holding place for answers
Locked down
With a lid

But it’s not

A big enough
Container

Life in this world

Is the container
And it’s not containable
Lidless

When did

The church decide
It was a place for answers
Instead of questions

When did

The terms of helping
Get tied to unspoken orders
Never let beliefs budge
Force suffering to budge
 
When did
Helping others become
A one way transaction
Never letting the broken expand us

When did

It become OK to think
That when questions can’t be answered
They should be minimized

When did

Pain become something
That is always resolved
Never leaving a permanent scar

I think

Such conclusions
Are inevitable

When the answers
To life’s mysteries
Must be constructed
 
Using only 
Pieces found
Inside
A locked container