Good morning…
Please savor with me this delicious summer poem.
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“Tomatoes” by Joy Sullivan
I waited so long for love
and suddenly, here it is
standing in the garden, hands full
of heirlooms hot from the sun.
Soon we’ll make a supper of them.
Salted slabs between slices of bread.
Your beard silvers. My hips ripen.
The mail piles up.
Phone calls go unanswered. Forgive us.
Our mouths are full of tomatoes.
We are so busy
being small and hungry and alive.
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Metaphorically, Steve’s beard silvers and my hips ripen. Mail piles up. Phone calls go unanswered. Forgive us as we are so busy being small and hungry and alive. Together, we admire God.
The day and the night are both Yours—
You fashioned the sun, moon, and all the lights that pierce the darkness.
You have arranged the earth, set all its boundaries;
You are the Architect of the seasons: summer and winter (Psalm 74:16-17, VOICE).
Might we share handfuls of God’s sun-kissed love with each person we meet today?
…Sue…
P.S. Choose to become a beacon of hope in our Atlanta community. Remember to vote for PAWkids once today and each day until July 13th. For our friends in Grove Park to be awarded the $30,000 grant, please vote here: https://thesamehouse.org/actions/pawkids/
