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."
Author Unknown
