The tears flow from some deep part
of shared memories across a table
in the crowded restaurant.
We have shared so much here,
story, value, friendship, mother,
breakfast, talk, a peak into
soul wanderings and sacred space.
So much more than a simple meal.
The breaking of bread binding us one
to another in fellowship that carries forward
through time. Never far from memory.
It pulls us deeper into the one body
of family knit together in spite of our differences.
Making a treasure of holy sharing
not to be lost in the hustle of this world.
Savored in the heart to be opened
and broken again.