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 store 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.”

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Even though I had posted this tale a long time ago I felt it fit for a gift to all this season

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Happy Holidays to all
(~_~)
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