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,
forms
in those subtle and delicate places
that only careful observation can see.
There is the body and the blood,
for this is family.
14/7/13