Chilled and crisp, the light dances through crystal.
We share conversation and tears... memories and love.
Our blood speaks friend but our hearts are truly family.
She invites me for prayer, and pumpkin streusal muffins.
Coffee creamy and warm, with fingers wrapped through the handle...
and then we join together as she asks for comfort and healing.
Unsteady hands reach for the cup... the one that offers grace.
His body, His blood... the most beautiful of all.
It warms from the inside out... heart and soul.