How frightened we are of wild things
Not reined in by fences or kept out by walls.
We love locks and keys, security cameras and guards.
We manicure our lawns and even tamp down our hair.
Yet there is something in us that still remembers
The scent of a forest and the thrill of the hunt,
Something that exults in a gathering around a fire
With embers roaring up to meet the stars.
Some things should not be tamed.
If there is God, God is uncontainable.
God would not fit in our fences.
We could not keep God to ourselves behind our doors.
And we who are said to bear his image,
And are fearfully and wonderfully made,
Could not be tamed or domesticated
And still remain who we were intended to be.
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