Two 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.

Though the gold became heavier

than the day before.

And the black was as light as air.

Curious, I had to open the black one,

I wanted to find out why.

Then I saw in the base of that box a hole

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. "