NICE POEM FROM SUNDAY HERALD.

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GOOD:God’s gift to me

G AMRUTHA

I prayed endlessly day and night
God appeared one fine morning
when the sun shone bright.
He asked me what do I want
I was speechless, I went into raptures.
He gave me two boxes.

I have in my hands two boxes
Which God gave me to hold.
He said “put all your 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 God and mused,
“I wonder where my sorrows could be...?”
He smiled a gentle smile and said
“My child, they are all here with me”
I asked God, why he gave me the boxes,
Why the gold and the black with a hole?
“My child, the gold is for you to count your
Blessings, the black is for you to let go”

Yes, His kindness is boundless.
It is like a vast ocean of nectar.
His ways are myriad, countless.
He is a friend in all our endeavours.
I realised.

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