Earlier this week, in between dropping off some of my children at a club meeting, buying some groceries and going back to pick them up, I sat in a local shopping mall with nothing to do and nowhere to be. A great peace washed over me as I sat in between two market stalls and watched the people hurrying about, so I started to document the experience in verse:

An Island of Serenity

An island of serenity amidst the milling throng
All around me darts a world to which I don’t belong,
Convinced a slice of heaven can be found here on a shelf,
Or else at least a key to unlocking your true self.

Calming Christmas music wafts down the glassy walls,
Drifting over harried workers at the market stalls,
The peace that washes over me warms me to my core,
Giving me a foretaste of that Life that lies in store

When my time down here is done and Your face I shall see,
And you give me the great prize that you won at Calvary.
Your love is so unmerited, so shockingly divine,
It seems so insufficient to just give you all that’s mine;

Give me an opportunity to be a blessing here,
A broken soul with eyes to see and a listening ear,
That a fellow traveller might find the hope you give,
Find rest from all his mortal woes and truly start to live.