Sleepless night, why do you haunt me?

I am told to look to the lilies and the birds. See how they are fed? They do not worry about how they will look or what they will eat.

I can not see them. I am emerged in a pile of numbers. Numbers we worship. Digits have become our gods and banks are their temples. The phone bill is just chapter 1 in the holy scriptures.

I am an idolater. I worship the god of worry, if ever such a god existed. Worry is not a kind god. He rules my life with such fist that cannot be stopped except by the song of a bird, the fragrance of a lily.

Where are the birds? Where are the lilies?