It was a mistake
To go out for breakfast this morning.
Going out for breakfast is for folk
Who have time to savor
The morning, the Sabbath,
The company of food and time.
But there was one waitress,
Somewhat new to her job,
And 15 tables to serve.
Almost every one, every one but mine,
Crammed full of customers
And no busboy.
And I watched as she patiently took their orders,
And took their complaints.
She tried to keep up with everything
Not a sign on her face
Of anything being out of order.
And I wondered,
Was her stomach turning?
So as I began to pray for my check to finally come,
I changed my prayer and prayed instead
For that young woman.
For the time she did not have
For either Sabbath or meal.
For we were slaves in Egypt,
And the Lord set us free
With an outstretched arm.
George R Pasley
July 1, 2020
Martin, TN
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