I found this piece from a book that i'm reading recently, a simple one, yet a firm expression of the author's contentment in God, a discipline that exhibits itself in constant and continual amazement of an all powerful God. Thus, it matters not that one should own too less or much by human standards (she happened to be a poor lady), he is to be utterly contend with the fact that God created him to enjoy all His goodness in creations.

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[Anonymous] - A Poor Methodist Woman

I do not know
when I have had happier times
in my soul
than when I have been sitting at work,
with nothing and a white cloth,
and hearing no sound
but that of my own breath;
with God in my soul
and heaven in my eye.
I rejoice in being exactly what I am
-a creature capable of loving God,
and who, as long as God lives,
must be happy.
I get up
and look a while out the window.
I gaze at the moon and stars,
the work of an Almighty Hand.
I think of the grandeur of the universe
and then sit down
and think myself
one of the happiest
beings in it