A Salad

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Today I make

a salad–

The red flesh of tomato

gives way to the blade;


The moisture of



The crunch of

yellow pepper–

a spurt of flavour;


The lettuce–



bounces back.


I cry at its life,

its beauty,

its availability to me.


To me!


Today I see God.

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