At table

The lady chapel table

is laid

but unladen

burdenless

ready to absorb

the unspoken

deep.

Here is communion,

unbound

by wine and bread,

unfettered by blood

or sacrifice.

Here is communication:

the gentle flow

of love or pain,

deep speaking to deep

in tones of soul.

There is no sound,

the candles are unlit,

a light nightdusting

garnishes the cloth

but love

is in the air.