I Break Bread. . .


I Break Bread

I break bread
with these my brothers
deep into who we are
and what we have been. . . .

Not much, I hear,
but the faith is dear,
held tight to the heart.
For free it never was.

But come.  It is time now,
again to break bread.
It will be for another time
in a place of our choosing.

The lives we lived
were hard won and
our work became our play.
Knowledge brought us close

to who we are and
never the choice so easy.
It came with good grace
simply because of

the gods who chose to come with us.

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