A Box Not Big Enough

I thought You were old.

I thought You were white.

I thought You were just a god.

I thought You were just a light.

I thought You were just love.

I thought You were just above.

Each thought forced to expand.

You're so immense, You fit the universe in one hand.

Yet, I see You in everything around me.

I feel Your spirit in the things that You do.

I cannot fit You in some preconceived notion.

I just have to continually alter my view of You.