Today, as every day, I pray for children who hunger. This poem, while short, paints a picture of two such children.

At the Market

Plentiful fruits, bananas, oranges, lemons -

plentiful vegetables, peppers, carrots, radishes -

an explosion of riotous color.

One small boy snatches an orange

and runs away.

A second culprit, his sister,

makes off with two peaches.

The merchant of the market stand

follows the two with her eyes,

and with a sad nod, turns away.

She knows.

At home, their table is less than

plentiful.