Miracles beneath our feet
What must I do? he thought, sitting on a wooden bench watching the traffic.
He felt the pockets in his pants.
No miracles.
He looked up into the heavens for some hint of help or answer. There was none.
He stood up and left.
Beneath his feet was a lump of gold; unseen, soiled and forgotten.
May 27, 2008 at 7:32 pm
This is great. Although I’m not sure beneath “his” foot, there was any gold.
May 29, 2008 at 2:35 pm
there’s gold under every man’s feet. so do i believe…but oftentimes we gaze at the stars and forget them!