Penniless No More
There is a penny on the sidewalk,
not shiny and new,
but dull and worn,
people walk by -- not noticing,
some see it but don't want it,
others notice it but are too busy to pick it up,
but for some reason -- every now and then,
someone -- just like everyone else --
notices that penny, sees the value in it
and picks it up off of the ground.
Why that person?
Why that penny?
Often, life drops many pennies
on the sidewalks of our lives.
Why do we pick some of them up
while not noticing others?
They are all pennies, aren't they?
All of them are laying there
waiting for that chance encounter,
waiting to be held once again -- in importance,
waiting to show why picking up any penny
off of the ground is such a gracious gesture.
Doesn't that sound like a lot of us?
Isn't the story of that reclaimed penny
truly, many of our own stories?
But it is just a penny......... Isn't it?
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