In Marseille, on a building is this large carved plaque. The paint is peeling and I can see that there is something underneath it..an image? ancient writing?…It has been covered with layers and layers of paint and dirt, years of days of time have covered whatever is there and I cannot make it out. Yet there are hints of something rich, valuable and worthy of discovery.
I took a photo of it. When I downloaded it on my computer it looked like a tombstone. Then I thought and my reflection was this, "The only thing that will remain is what I leave behind, am I giving it my best?" With that I typed it on the plaque…It seemed appropriate for this last day of the Lenten season.
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