A Toast To Our Breakfast
A TOAST TO OUR BREAKFAST
Come break this bread, feed me warmth of sharing.
Break the grip of solitude: toast our warm pairing.
Pour out your heart, pour out a loving cup of grace,
Smell the perfume of acceptance in this love-scented place.
Look at me with honest tender face
Filled with devotion and caring.
A shared breakfast with thou my wife,
A true spiritual occasion, a shared life;
No ritual miracle of water changed into wine,
No last supper ; first meal of the day so fine.
The miracle of existence, thine and mine,
Changed into life.
Waking sun behind us washes warmth into our hands
Joined daily at the altar cloth - each strand’s
Spread with love - a celebration, a word, a glance.
Our eyes say it all askance:
A touch of fingertip romance
In a crumb brushed from a wedding band.
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(Written for the GOOD MORNING competition)
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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