The Golden Bracelet

Yesterday I felt a clear leading to take a small action, responding to a concern that has lain dormant for me recently. Then today I re-encountered this poem.

 The Golden Bracelet
 It was her prize possession
 A poor woman in a poor country
 A gift of her sponsor
 She cherished it not as a possession
 But as a token of friendship
 Whenever she saw someone she would say
 “Have you seen my golden bracelet?”
 This simple story
 About a woman I never met
 Brought tears to my eyes.
 Then I went shopping in the super store
 In my rich country
 Aisle upon aisle of things
 Why are we so attached to things?
 What will reconnect us to our soul?

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