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 box

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

"I wonder where my sorrows could be

He smiled a gentle smile and said

"My child, they're all here with me.."

I asked God, why He gave 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."