Black and Gold Boxes

by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

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 store

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 whyAnd 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."