God's Boxes

I have in my hands two boxes,
Which God gave me to hold. He
said, "Put all your sorrows in the black
box, 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,"I wonder where my sorrows could be!"
He smiled a gentle smile and said,"My child,
they're all here with me."I asked God, why He
gave 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."