As I rummaged around through my seemingly friendly neighbors majestic green garden I came across the most wonderful off white splintered mailbox post. As I looked upon it with blossoming curious eyes thoughts traveled through my head at the speed of light. How long has this mail box been sitting here? Has the white paint always been chipping? Who designed such a beautiful yet raw wooden frame? How many leaves are on the vine that is slowly crawling its way up the main tallest post? A paradox in itself, this mailbox goes unnoticed to people everyday, in fact it has been unnoticed by me for so long until I decided to carefully and secretly creep into this beautiful bountiful treasure trove of a garden today. Noticing the details in things like this everyday mailbox is something I will forever strive to do each and every day I live my life for the rest of my life on this earth until it's my time to pass into God's hands and move into the cloudy heavens above where beauty and eternal life is restored for myself and all the people I have ever loved in the wonderful word of hope and dreams and milk and honey.
