TWO BOXES
I have in my hands two boxesWhich 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 store
But though the gold became
heavier each day
The black
was as light as before
With curiosity, I opened the
black box
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."
