Two Boxes

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> TWO BOXES
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> I have in my hands two boxes
> Which God gave me to hold.
> He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black,
> And all your joys in the gold."
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> I heeded his words, and in the two boxes,
> Both my joys and sorrows I store.
> But though the gold became heavier each day,
> The black was as light as before.
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> With curiosity, I opened the black,
> I wanted to find out why.
> And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole
> Which my sorrows had fallen out by.
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> I showed the hole to God, and mused aloud,
> "I wonder where my sorrows could be."
> He smiled a gentle smile at me.
> "My child, they're all here with me."
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> I asked, "God, why give me the boxes,
> "Why the gold, and the black with the hole?"
> "My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,
> the black is for you to let go."
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--
Kirk Moore
CDG analyst II
Boeing Commercial Airplane
Renton, WA
425-965-7731

"Black holes are created when God divides by zero"