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.

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?"