For this is family

The table is

the altar on which

the family brings

the sacred

texts of life.


Among the smiles,

and shared jokes,

lies that deepest

place of belonging:

one that touches

with urgency,

one that calls for return.


Yes, the family calls,

beckons for the holy gathering

and unites

even the ununitable,

unites even from

those rigid scars.


It is on this altar,

with chalice and bread,

that miracle and mystery happens,


in those subtle and delicate places

that only careful observation can see.


There is the body and the blood,

for this is family.




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