Friday, September 02, 2016

At table

The lady chapel table
is laid
but unladen
ready to absorb
the unspoken
Here is communion,
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.

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