The Box
When life knocks
The Box
My box is where I choose to live
What I believe, what I forgive.
Whom I love and what I hate,
What decides my ultimate fate.
But what if I ventured from my box to see,
What other boxes there might be?
And ever so gently looked inside,
Deferred my judgment, released my pride?
And what if I liked the pitch and tilt
Of another box, thoughtfully built?
And planting my tent beside the other
What wondrous foreign thoughts, discover.
I think it’s hard not to have a box
We like our sides and tops and locks.
It’s safe, it’s home, it’s what we know,
Until one day, we decide to grow.
I’ll trade my box for an open basket
Lest the top and sides become my casket.
I’d rather view the open sky
Than live a narrow, biased life.
Nora Davis
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Culture, tradition and religion will sometimes place us in specific mindsets. We can choose another way, another viewpoint. The sky won't fall.