Breakfast Toast

BREAKFAST TOAST break this bread with me break the grip of my solitude toast our warm communion feed me warmth pour out your heart pour out a loving cup drink the perfume of acceptance in this love-scented place sunday morning no mass a more spiritual occasion a shared breakfast a shared life no miracle of water changed into wine not a last supper but a first meal of the day window sun behind us gushes warmth into our bond formed over and again over the altar of this breakfast table over which is poured love through a fingertip touch or a crumb brushed from lip , a word , a glance , a celebration the miracle of existence changed into life