Marketplace

Marketplace

"I think God's love is meant to be encountered, received, embraced, even guzzled and gobbled by famished souls, but not necessarily understood."

Steven James

Marketplace

By Elece Hollis

To the market we go 

To buy zucchini squash and carrots,

Peppers, peaches, tomatoes red as fire engines.

 We go for glads and dahlias to put in a glass pitcher,

To grace the breakfast table,

For fresh baked bread and goat cheese.

To watch a woman weaving baskets, 

Listen to a singer belt out his version of 

Amazing Grace,

To watch a juggler spin plates.  

We are not leaving without being

Inspired by this place, these people, 

Pieces and parts of patterns— 

A patchwork quilt-top.

We won't leave without thanks

Swelling up in our hearts 

At the sounds, 

Music, voices, laughter, water splashing in the fountain;

 At the sights—the colors, the diversity, the flavors!

We won't leave without feeding our souls 

A feast of flowers, 

Watching butterflies and dragonflies fly,

And bumblebees bumble.

Without watching gray-suited doves strut on the sidewalks,

Winging to the overhangs of nearby buildings.

 We won't leave without speaking to God's children, 

Without drinking in the freshness 

Without looking upward to the blazing blue sky 

Singing Hallelujah!

 Without knowing what a great God

Our God is, 

 Without hearing his eternal message

"I love you," 

Without hearing His elegant electric voice.

 Hallelujah!

"Life is a church." David Phelps

© 2014 Elece Hollis, author of Limitless Grace,  available  at Mardel's or on Amazon http://amzn.to/1uEcfUM
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