Market Day

When we become one.

It is market day.

We mill around in the square, a crowd swaying this way and that.

Look more closely: each of us on our own path with a starting and end point. One is selling bread. Another carrying news. One repairs the stalls.

I am drinking it all in, standing still as worlds spin around me.

Lord, let me feel part of your grand order.

– from the mountain


Consider:

Can I feel my connection to my fellows?


Reading:

“The world is full of living poetry.” — John Ruskin

“Order is not pressure which is imposed on society from without, but an equilibrium which is set up from within.” — José Ortega y Gasset

“He hath made every thing beautiful in his time.” — Ecclesiastes 3:11 (KJV).


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