Pass by me at Market Day?
I try to be discreet as I sit at my sidewalk table, but
I never tire of the fascinating people parade.
Today I spied a gal with long stringy hair totally colored
Blue, and a one armed man wearing a broad
Brimmed hat.
I observed the vegetable vendor across from
Me who must have wished his produce would be
Gone by noon when the shopping ended.
I admired the spunk of the gal who tapped her
Way through the crowd with a white cane.
I examined the skin colors, deep brown to light beige, none
Truly black or white.
The lines passed by too quickly for me to describe more than
A few, but I tried to put myself in their shoes.
I latched onto a face here and there that somehow
Stood out, wondering what burdens they might be facing, and
I asked Jesus to touch them.
The individuals didn't know I noticed them.
They couldn't have known I prayed.
Could it be that someone did the same for
Me today?