Boxes {Insp}

"Boxes"

I have in my hands two boxes, Which G-d 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 G-d, 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 G-d 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."
Received on Sun Jul 9 08:02:13 2006