which God gave me to hold.
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. "