There's a hidden talent I hold to my chest. It's not anything special; it's only my best. I give the little tiny bit, the one small piece I have, but when holiness blesses it, I get much more back. When I leave my hiding place and let my presence shine, my contribution's multiplied and is no longer mine. The universe leaks life into my simple, humble seed; abundance flows forth from the sprout to meet my every need. The billion dollars I receive fails even to compare with all the riches I perceive through the lens of love I share.
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