Your Michelangelo Behind the Couch?
My metaphoric poetic mind raced giddily when I read about the recent find of a New York state couple who discovered that a real Michelangelo was sort of hidden stuck behind their couch-
It is worth millions literally. Millions. And you thought it was velvet.
I wonder if they ever thought of taking it to the swap- meet (an LA term for flea market) for a few bucks as it gathered dust as it aged or maybe the thrift shop for a charitable donation. Kind of gaudy don't you think. Doesn't go with the decor exactly. Colors too pastel perhaps?
What may be staring you in the face that could be worth millions and you don't even recognize it. You have no idea how valuable it is. You think maybe it could fetch a few pennies if you took it somewhere.
How valuable do you think that God thinks the soul of the person next to you is? How valuable is the love of that person you keep condemning? You could be sitting on a gold mine like a couch potato because you never had it appraised by an expert properly.
How many beer bottles have you perched on top of the frame of your Michelangelo behind your couch?
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