God,s boxes

I have in my hands two boxes which god gave me to hold
He said,” Put all your sorrow in the black and all your joys in the gold.”

I heeded His word, and in the two boxes both my joys and sorrow I stored. But thought 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 and 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 are 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 blessing, the black is for you to let go.”
Narges