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 boxes
Both my joys and sorrows I store;
But though the gold became heavier each day,
The black was as light as before.
With curiousity, 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 lets you count your blessings,
But the black is for you to let go."
Author Unknown
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