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.
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 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?"
I asked: "God why give me the boxes,
Why the gold and the black with a hole?"
"My child, the gold is for you
To count your blessings,
And the black is for you to let go".
- Author Unknown
