With thanks to Malvina Reynolds and the interpretation of Pete Seeger.
Little boxes on the hillside,
little boxes made of tacky faith,
little boxes, doors with locks, so
full of pride and full of pain.
There’s a green one and a pink one …
one is online, one is steeple fine,
for we all make little boxes
feeling empty all the same.
Pledge allegiance, crèche at courthouse,
hymn or praise song, creed or Twitter feed –
they are all just little boxes
but the shine can’t be contained.
There’s a font … and there’s a loaf of bread.
There’s a mission trip to far away.
There’s a pantry for the hungry
that we’re stocking in God’s name.
Then we all climb up a hillside
for some Facetime with the holy one,
with our floorplans, fabric samples,
roofs to shingle, doors to frame …
On the hillside is the homeless one
and, when we trust the trick of light,
it may show us just a moment
we need never be the same.