Saturday Farmers’ Market

In the midst of brilliant peppers

And a sausage link or two

And some crimson lilies potted

And some line-ups to get through,

I have paused and felt

The throat-lump,

And a slight bit teary-eyed.

It was these, the carefree shoppers,

It was these for whom You died.

And they scarcely give an instant

In the bustle of this day

To give thanks unto their Maker

To reflect and pause and pray.

To admit the present moment

As they pass the baking stand

Is a moment more of mercy

Held  entirely in your Hand.

 

Doug Blair, Waterloo, Ontario

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