~ 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."