God's Boxes

 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."

I heeded His words, and in the two boxes
Both my joys and sorrows I stored.

But though the gold became heavier each day,
The black was as light as before

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.

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."

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."

~Author unknown~

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