The Grocery Store

When the day begins with surrender,
"Your will, not mine be done,"
even when cravings hover

near the surface, sanity prevails.
Even when it's necessary to shop for food.
You walk in the door and the featured display
offers not the dreaded pastries but pot plants.
The vendor offering samples has ginger snaps
and since you hate the taste of ginger,
you truthfully answer, "I wouldn't care for one."
You see the newcomer from yesterday's meeting.
visit with her, answering questions,
encouraging her, visiting, and when you part
you realize you've walked through the ice cream
without giving the cartons a single thought.
You complete your shopping list, temptations
at bay and check out knowing your will
stayed in its place, comfortable with
serenity in the market.