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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 then I saw in the base 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 black with the hole?"
"My child, the gold is for your blessings;
The black is for you to Let Go."
~Author Unknown~
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