By Limin Hong
I have in my hands two boxes, Which God gave me to hold. He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black box, 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, "I wonder where my sorrows could be!" He smiled a gentle smile and said, "My child, they're all here with me." I asked God, why He gave 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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