This came to me via an email forward. I have tried to identify the author but I cannot.
Please have a read - it is a wonderful poem. Please take its message to heart, even if you do not beleive in god. We could all do with letting our sorrows go away and savouring the good things that we have - all too often we dwell on the bad things in life and forget just how many good things we truly have.
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God's boxes
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 would 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 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 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 the black with the hole?"
"My child, the gold is for you to count your
blessings, the black is for you to let go."
We should consider all of our friends a blessing.
Please have a read - it is a wonderful poem. Please take its message to heart, even if you do not beleive in god. We could all do with letting our sorrows go away and savouring the good things that we have - all too often we dwell on the bad things in life and forget just how many good things we truly have.
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God's boxes
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 would 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 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 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 the black with the hole?"
"My child, the gold is for you to count your
blessings, the black is for you to let go."
We should consider all of our friends a blessing.
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