Alice, I am.

trapped
and i want out the kennel
my master
put me in.

whimpering, whining--  letting distress be known
only goads my master,
shooting sharp eyes and shouts of, "stop crying!"

glass pane door between--
cold, transparent-- I can see, but he remains out of reach
when he does not wish to sit with me.

but other times he begs, "up up!"
"Kisses!"
and gives hugs, love, play;
provides my needs even when hinders or hurts him, but--

often time
tiny hurts
throw me out

until
he decides
he needs me and wants me
back

next to him.
                       I comply.

does god see
                   the  restraint

as we do?
who are we protecting
when we cry
for ourselves?

pretending
                that we fear
                the loss
                           of holy.
what trust is there
                                       In God
When worry wastes
away our wishes?

                                                            you've heard it said
                                                                             care not what you wear
                                                                                          what you eat or drink
                                                             for the pagans
                                                             run after these things.
But I tell you,
run not
after yourself

at all.
                    Instead
                               you've heard it said,
                               If you have two coats, give one away
                   So,
                        I also say
                                 If you have one heart
                                 do not cling
                                                  so that it sticks to itself in a cellophane mess,
                                                   but give way.
                                                                                               
                                                                                                                        Love
                                                                                                                        is not
                                                                                                                                Honor.
there is no limit.
let limits dissolve and sweeten on your tongue as you speak not in malice
nor in self respite
but in hope and acceptance
                                         of self
                                         of other
                                         of situation
                                                           and sit a nation of conciseness
                                                           between your legs as you rise up.

god does not see resumes.