God's Boxes

I have two boxes in my hands
Which God gave me to hold.
"Put your sorrows in the black box,
And your joys all in the gold."

I heeded His words, and in the boxes
My joys and sorrows I did store.
The gold became heavier day by day
But the black was as light as before.

Curiously, I opened the black;
I wanted to find out why,
I saw, in the base of the box, a hole
Which had let my sorrows had fall by.

I showed the hole to God, and mused,
"I wonder where my sorrows be."
He smiled a gentle smile and said,
"My child, they're here with me."

I asked God why He gave me the boxes;
Why the gold, and the black with the hole?
"The gold is for you to count your blessings,
The black is for you to just let go!"

Letting Go

But then, instead of leaving Him
In peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help,
With ways that were my own.

At last I snatched them back and cried,
"How could you be so slow?"
"My precious child, what could I do?
You never did let go!"

And .... closing on a lighter note:

Just a line to say I'm living
that I'm not among the dead,
though I'm getting more forgetful
and mixed up in the head.

I got used to my arthritis,
to my dentures I'm resigned,
I can manage my bifocals,
but God, I miss my mind.

For sometimes I can't remember
as I stand at the foot of the stair,
if I must go up for something,
or have I just come down from there.

And before the fridge so often,
my poor mind is filled with doubt,
have I just put some food away,
or have I come to take some out?

And there's the time when it is dark
and I've my nightcap on my head,
I don't know if I'm retiring,
or just getting out of bed.

So if it's my turn to write you
there's no need in getting sore.
I may think I have written,
and don't want to be a bore.

So remember that I love you,
and I wish that you were near;
But now it's nearly mail time,
so I must say good bye, my dear.

Here I stand beside the mail box
with my face so flaming red --
Instead of mailing you my letter,
I have opened it instead!!

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