Merchant Eyes

I stroll in  for a 'few' groceries at The Hundred Dollar Store,

stopping first for what passes for sustenance 

(never shop when you're hungry).

The bright-eyed toddler tossed in the air before me

while parents wait for pizza,

kissed by dad, hugged by mom,

slyly smiles, curling into strong shoulders.

I push away, hotdog in hand, heading for lettuce.

I notice an earful of languages conversing about everything 

from smoked salmon to mangos.

The whole world has come to the Produce Section.

I pass the furniture (just beyond Electronics and Clothing)

and spy an attentive dad urging his daughter

to climb atop the tower of foam mattresses, 

princess-and-the-pea-like, to make sure it's "just right."

I wait for careful clerks

who gracefully accept an interruption

of an interruption of an interruption

(mine)to ask,

"do you have that little blue book, 'Jesus Calling'?"

They don't, but He is

and I hear Him--standing right here--

on the cold, concrete floor, saying,

"May it be on Earth as it is at Costco.'

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This poem is linked to Open Link Night 127 at dVerse Pub--

the first for the New Year. Head on over there for more great reads.

This poem was inspired by my online friend Glynn Young, author of the newly published 'Poetry at Work'  (T.S. Poetry Press), causing me to look for the poetry in my work, wherever it leads me. 

The highlighted words are my impressions of what God is like, prompting the last line.