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 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?"