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.
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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
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“Order is not pressure which is imposed on society from without, but an equilibrium which is set up from within.” — José Ortega y Gasset
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“He hath made every thing beautiful in his time.” — Ecclesiastes 3:11 (KJV).
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