“If I were a Richman!”
“Dear God, you made many, many poor people.
I realize, of course, that it’s no shame to be poor.
But it’s no great honour either!
So, what would have been so terrible if I had a small fortune?”
You don’t hear those words said that way today, but the concept is the same.
Wish I’d win the Lottery!
Dreamt I won Euro millions!
Lotto win must happen!
Wish we won more than £10, maybe one day!
If I were rich! Mmmmmm……….
They were happy that the sky was blue and it wasn’t raining, I am sure. In the half light of early morning, the sound echoed and carried, crystal clear. It was good!
It is Saturday, a day of rest for me. Home a place I love!
Warm cup of tea and my favourite Yoghurt; check facebook friends and emails; have another look at the pictures of our family holiday.
A family so close, when we are together; and even closer when we are apart; if that makes sense.
The man I love is asleep upstairs, dreaming of “If I were a rich man”, maybe?
Been out in the garden, before the sunshine has reached our lawn, or the wind has tugged at the bushes and shrubs; I smell Jasmine and feel the cool air against my cheek, see the bright colours of the pansies in our special flower box looking up at me.
Why am I so blessed, life is wonderful – I’m blessed in the wealth that surrounds me.
I am Rich!