God's Boxes 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 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 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."  Author unknown   Next                 THE DIGRESS   I hope you don't mind my ramblings. Sometimes, when I talk to you my thoughts wander. I start out telling you something important and then I'm reminded of something else. But does it really matter, God? Can't I talk to you spontaneously, just as I would to a good friend? And then there are times, late at night, when I am very tired and drop off  to sleep in mid sentence. Please don't take this as a sign of irreverence, but only as a sign that I am comfortable, safe and secure completely at peace with you and the world.   Author Dean Walley from the book talking with God Real people Prayers   click here for the next poem     any comments or suggestions can be e-mailed by clicking above    click to go back to my links