shared

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.