Poem: Proverbs 15:15

Proverbs 15:15

The day is cold
and ice has fallen, covering
much of the landscape
in a frigid blanket.

As you drive to town,
there is no traffic, and faces
peer from windows as you pass,
wondering, no doubt,

what urgent errand
has you traveling on such a day.
How then could you explain,
that you have no task,

simply a desire to experience
everything,
even this cold, hard weather,
fully.

You arrive at last to the farmer's market,
and only a pair of hardy vendors are there,
their wares spread over tables, under tents,
a feast in waiting,

and the three of you talk and laugh,
and share a sip of Rhubarb wine,
and warm your hands and hearts
over flames from an old oil drum,

sharing this morning
shunned by so many,
lost to all but you three,
who laugh away the morning
in delight

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The picture is from the Roanoke farmer's market. you can click on it for a larger version.

The bible verse from the title reads All the days of the oppressed are wretched, but the cheerful heart has a continual feast. It came from my bible readings this morning.

Tom