Lunches on the Atlantic

I’m missing our lunches on the Atlantic
Finding just the right parking place
Toting portable chairs we might not use
Carrying small coolers filled with good things to eat

I’m missing our lunches on the Atlantic
Discussing the morning and all that transpired
As we listened, wrote, reflected, and shared
And risked reading stories of grief and shame

I’m missing our lunches on the Atlantic
Not getting too sandy, because benches were found
Feeling the hot sun baking us warmly
While watching the clock so as not to be late

I’m missing our lunches on the Atlantic
Moments that felt so natural and free
Sister-hearts connecting in liminal space
Knowing something inside us is being transformed

I’m missing our lunches on the Atlantic
Some sacred space you don’t realize til late
Like benches and small coolers joining together
Inviting communion over lunches on the Atlantic

Which I am missing.




1 thought on “Lunches on the Atlantic

  1. Barbara

    LOVE this!! I, too, am missing our lunches on the Atlantic. Such simple yet special times. Good memories of days I will treasure and days that I miss.

    Reply

Thanks for heart-composting with me! I appreciate your words.

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