Small

Cardboard cutouts on the floor

People wish that you were more like what they wanted you

to be

Eventually they won't have much of you at all in their

theology

The walls are closing in on you

You cannot be contained at all

I don't want to make you small

I don't want to fit you in my pocket

A cross around my throat

You are brighter than the sun

You're closer than the tiny thoughts I have of you

But I could never fathom you at all

Broken moldings all around

Broken people hit the ground

When they discover that you're not here for our benefit

You love in spite of us

You use the least of us to prove the strong aren't really

strong at all