G-d's Boxes

I have in my hands two boxes,
Which G-d gave me to hold.
He said, "Put all you 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 G-d, and mused,
"I wonder where my sorrows could be!"
He smiled a gentle smile and said,
"My  child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,
The black is for you to let go."