GOD'S BOXES ...author 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 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."
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."