I have in my hands two boxes, <br />Which God gave me to hold. <br />He said, 'Put all your sorrows in the black box, <br />And all your joys in the gold.' <br />I heeded His words, and in the two boxes, <br />Both my joys and sorrows I stored, <br />But though the gold became heavier each day, <br />The black was as light as before. <br /> <br />With curiosity, I opened the black, <br />I wanted to find out why, <br />And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole, <br />Which my sorrows had fallen out by. <br /> <br />I showed the hole to God, and mused, <br />'I wonder where my sorrows could be! ' <br />He smiled a gentle smile and said, <br />'My child, they're all here with me..' <br /> <br /> <br />I asked God, why He gave me the boxes, <br />Why the gold and the black with the hole? <br />'My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings, <br />The black is for you to let go.'<br /><br />Arielle Perkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-s-boxes/
