It’s almost too bright to look at. It’s as if heaven has sprung a leak, and all the goodness is pouring down into the workingman’s harbor. Many of the beautiful places on this bounteous Earth are now “owned” by the wealthy. How can you “own” the eternal? The answer is you can’t, but if you have enough money, you can trick others into believing it’s possible. But here on the shores of Maine, heaven still pours its goodness out on the ordinary people.
|An honest day.|
An honest day’s work fills a person with pride. Though he may be tired and his feet may be dragging at the end of the day, he still labored honestly for himself and his family, and because of this, he takes a tiny piece of paradise home with him, no matter how humble his house. Falling to sleep exhausted from a day of hard work gives sound and peaceful sleep. There is no worry about not having done enough. There is no question as to why he does what he does. There is no wondering if the grass is greener in another pasture. There is no fear that tomorrow he may lose his livelihood because the ocean will still be here tomorrow, and this brings sleep blessed with grace.
All the King’s horses and all the King’s men couldn’t bring that kind of peace and security. That’s something that a man goes out and takes for himself, if he’s brave enough. That’s something a man never gives away if he’s smart enough.