The Table…

While chewing the homemade bread, still tasting the flavor of grape,

my eyes look back.

Time holds it’s place as eternity become part of the present.

I see my daughters sharing this table of togetherness,

offering themselves to this mystery called faith.

Prayers for struggle and questions to abound,

make this life of truth one that remains pure for them.

No simple answers, no mindless chants,

a life formed from wrestling for love.

Children get older, decisions all their own,

choices now made without me.

As they swallow the bread of communion

let them be drawn forever to the circle that binds.

Rejoice!

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