we will never meet freedom. it will never move into our neighborhood or become our friend. it will never invite us to dinner or lend us a helping hand.
and yet, we keep praying to have it imported in boxes,
just to dream of sprinkling it on our coffee like morning dew.
what would it be like to wake up and not think, "what would it be like?"
we will never know.
freedom will forever come to our cedar trees packaged in plastic wrap and tape
and we will hide out behind our chalets and ancient ruins
begging the God in our tobacco shops and churches
to deliver boxes that will never come.