I knock on the door of prosperity. She is there, a gracious divine being, opening the double doors wide, welcoming me to her beautiful home. I lean in and catch a glimpse. It is not large and ostentatious, but understated, warm and colorful. I am stiff with hesitation, pausing on the threshold, contemplating my worthiness. She silently validates and her easiness draws me in, as I attempt to shake off the last of my resistance.
Tricia Schwaba 2020
