SLICES OF LIGHT
Slices of light slid long -
along the light gray board porch,
gliding through the gray wooden
slats along the sides. All the porches -
along the street seemed empty – silent ….
Right now everyone must be at supper
or still not home…. But later on this
summer evening while walking up
and down this street I will hear outside voices –
up there on those porches – up the steps –
up the lawn – up another set of stairs - neighbors -
folks chatting, without being seen – just voices – sitting in the dark - folks enjoying a hot summer evening and the clinking of glasses of ice tea, lemonade, water. If we all stopped to voice our moods: we'd say, "Lord, it's good to be here.
Lord, it doesn’t get any better.
This is Holy Communion.
These are moments of grace.
These are slices of life – slices of light."
or still not home…. But later on this
summer evening while walking up
and down this street I will hear outside voices –
up there on those porches – up the steps –
up the lawn – up another set of stairs - neighbors -
folks chatting, without being seen – just voices – sitting in the dark - folks enjoying a hot summer evening and the clinking of glasses of ice tea, lemonade, water. If we all stopped to voice our moods: we'd say, "Lord, it's good to be here.
Lord, it doesn’t get any better.
This is Holy Communion.
These are moments of grace.
These are slices of life – slices of light."
© Andy Costello, © Reflections 2015
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