Communion shared

Dinner with friends several times this past week – mostly women – most understanding that the thirst of grief and mourning is never quenched.  Each in their own way, of course, but knowing grief and mourning nonetheless. A longing for what was and never will be again – but shared.

A prayer said, a birthday celebrated, friendships strengthened.  Conversation – deep and whimsical – silly and sacred as only friends can do.  Spiritual, sometimes theological, often pointed - ‘really – what do you mean by that?’ As only friends can do.

Wheat of the harvest broken and shared – communion.  The fruit of the grape – drunk and shared – communion. A meal shared at the Table – communion.

And isn’t that what friends are for?  The silly and the sacred?   The whimsical and the serious? Darkness pried open by the light…. Communion. Darkness splintered by shards of light….communion.

The broken heart and the healed one…. communion.

Where two or more are gathered….communion.

Communion…. with community….in unity….

And shared. As in 'I Am there among you'…………among us.