The Beauty of Wealth

ON a glorious spring morning, one who had just awakened was contemplating what appeared to be a bush outside the window covered with golden blossoms. Then suddenly she was amazed: that bush had not been there overnight! How had it come there? What was it? Surely the kerria japonica, growing to one side of the window, had not been transplanted during the night, nor could its delicate sprays of pale orange present that glowing, shimmering mass of color! Then it was realized that this beautiful wealth of gold was not blossoms, but the golden light of the rising sun reflected on the smooth, dark leaves of a blackwood branch which swept almost to the ground. Peace and joy succeeded amazement, for this vision seemed to prove the beauty and ever-availability of spiritual wealth — the gold that is not in matter, nor of matter, nor to be acquired by material means —the spiritual treasure that needs but tranquil thought and pure desires through which to be reflected in all its beauty and glory, indestructible and inexhaustible.

Although at the time this spiritual wealth and the happiness it could purchase were not fully realized, the vision remained to brighten many a toil-filled hour. Once again, on a spring morning, the vision appeared; and this time not one branch only, but the whole tree, appeared to be a gleaming mass of gold, far brighter than various emerald-green trees and shrubs around it.

Could anything more clearly illustrate the impartiality of divine Love? What tree is apparently more somber than the evergreen blackwood? Yet, transfigured in the morning light, it outshone them all! Does this not prove there is none so handicapped that he cannot claim his right to his true place in the goodness of God, and, claiming it, receive the power to reflect such beauty as may rejoice the hearts of all who behold it?

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