She dreamed
Of a fortune cookie
Which had no words
That were printed,

Just digits unclear
On it’s backside
Bringing riches
Supposedly ours –

Lacking money
Or worldly success
Like most may hope
Would come easy,

But love more real
Than this ticket
Soon trading such means
For each heart.

All abundance
Could never get close
To what mystery
Brought us together

Where existing
Required some paper
So passing through
Was proposed –

Like exchanging vows
As we had
In daylight’s care
Better savored,

Always trusting God
Knew these numbers
Were lucky enough
When they add

Their total sum
Being told
With symbolic grace
Only witnessed

By soulmates whole
After counting
Every blessing
Cash doesn’t bring.

Your happiness
Will feel less defined
Inside boxes
Demanding investment.

Can security
Satiate hunger
How registers
Eat dollar bills?

• J. Pigno