Wells ”The broken jug”, garden, Britzer castle, Alt-Britz, Neukolln, Berlin, Germany’, Brunnen ‘Der zerbrochene Krug’, Garten, Britzer Schloss, Germany. (Photo by: Bildagentur-online/Universal Images Group via Getty Images)
17 July 2018, Peru, Pucallpa: A shaman shows a glass of boas snake oil, which is used in the Peruvian Shipibo Ethnic as medicine against rheumatism and skin diseases. Photo: Ana Karina Delgado/dpa (Photo by Ana Karina Delgado/picture alliance via Getty Images)
Neither Juan Ponce de Leon not Mrs. Jane Doe ever found the fountain of youth.
The snake oil sold by Mr. Chara Ton was a dreamer’s sham.
Losing weight won’t do it, even if you appear on the face of Playboy or Playgirl.
Cover Girl, Essential Oils, or Nordic products won’t achieve it.
Soloman didn’t find it in wealth, construction, women, or knowledge.
Midas didn’t find it in gold.
To find Elixir, don’t seek neither wealth, youth, nor fame, seek contentment for now and faith for the eternal.
“True contentment depends not upon what we have; a tub was large enough for Diogenes, but a world was too little for Alexander.” Charles Caleb Colton
Philippians 4:11-13 “Not that I speak from want, for I have learned to be content in whatever circumstances I am….” Apostle Paul
Discover prompt: Elixir
About oneta hayes
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
OH! A-men. A-men and A-men. Let God continue in these days to work upon our ‘internal’ so we may truly be His and His ALONE. a-men.
My breath, my life, my hope eternal.
Seek no more
The earthly wealth
There lies the secret
To good mental health
The elixir that illudes all
Fountain of youth
Pot of gold at end of the rainbow
Con men talking smooth
The key is in your hands
Look no further
But look inwards
Will find peace reigning there
Very nice. I agree completely. Only you did not identify “peace;” otherwise known as Jesus, Prince of Peace. ☺☺☺