POPSICLE
Sometimes a moment, an experience,
a conversation on a back porch - on a
hot summer evening - with a few neighbors -
is like a popsicle - or a creamsicle -
orange and white - and we lick it.
We suck on it - making delicious sounds -
even the stick that held it in place.
We lick that too. We’re all smiling.
We’re children again. We’re in communion
with the world - not our work - not
performance - just sucking sweet delight
from a popsicle or a creamsicle - and we
sense God is in on our time together as well.
Holy communion doesn’t just happen in church.
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