He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black,
And all your joy's 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 the day 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 smaile at me.
"My child, thery'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.

~Author Unknown~