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 box 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, the gold is for you to count your blessings,
The black is for you to let go."
1 comment:
Great poem and great advice!
I will try to remember that... acturally I have a few things that I have really been worrying about... I needed this poem today...Thank you friend.
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