The Boxes

I have in my hands two boxes which God gave me.
He said, "Put your sorrows in the black box and all your joys in the gold."
I obeyed, and in the boxes, both my sorrows and joys I stored.
The gold became heavier, but the black as light as ever.
When I opened the black box, it had a hole at the bottom.
I asked God where my sorrows went, and God said it was all with Him.
I asked God why the box had a hole and He said, "My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings, the black is for you to let go."

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