Poetry

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“Lemonade for sale”
He shouted out with such glee
With such expectancy
No matter that his little stand
Sits at the end of a quiet
And sleepy little street
A cul-de-sac and not a cut-through
No matter that there’s few
Who can even hear
Should they stop and listen

“Lemonade for sale”
He repeats with boldness
With delight…with conviction
Never doubting the people will come
Convinced his cry is an invitation
Every passer-by has long awaited

“Lemonade for sale”
Perhaps his earnest plea
Will capture an ear or two
Perhaps that one will drop his hoses and rakes
Another stop their mowing…another cease their cleaning
They’ll look up from their TV’s and monitors
Turn off the ballgame…put down the paper
One by one they’ll stop, listen and look
At the wide-eyed child
As he hopefully cries:
“Lemonade for sale
Lemonade and cookies…25 cents”

Are you weary from the heat of the day?
Do come!
Are your limbs heavy from labor?
Do stop by and taste!
No, not the lemonade,
Though there is nothing quite as sweet
As lemonade stand lemonade;
And 25 cents a small price to pay
To watch a child's face light up with joy!

No…come and taste the sweetest of all things!
Pure and sweet as the drink he confidently offers
Come and witness this glorious miracle:
Not a soul in sight...yet, not a shadow of a doubt.

Come and taste what is priceless beyond measure:
A “Blue-light Special” for the heart!

Come and taste
The Faith of a Child!

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