Who, being loved, is poor?
Hester: You know I have loved him always.
Mrs. Arbuthnot: But we were very poor.
Hester: Who, being loved, is poor? Oh, no one. I hate my riches. They are a burden. Let him share it with me.
Mrs. Arbuthnot: But we are disgraced. We rank among the outcasts. Gerald is nameless. The sins of the parents should be visited on the children. It is God’s only law.
Hester: I was wrong. God’s law is only Love.
Happy Birthday, Oscar Wilde
I wanted to post a little something for Oscar Wilde’s birthday. This one spoke to me today because I am very, very poor right now, or rather, I am feeling poor. I need to fix or replace a washing machine, buy a new car, get my cat to the vet for booster shots, yadda yadda yadda ad infinitum. On top of it, there are only 24 hours in a day and I need to budget eight of them for at least trying to sleep. Oh, the humanity!
And yet, here is Oscar, glibly reminding us that there are different kinds of rich and poor… and I am richer for having read this snippet today.
I hope you are smiling, or at least that those of you who came in frowning now have a face in the shape of a question mark.
Embrace your blessings! Embrace the embracing of blessings!