Sometimes
in the night
firelight beckons
from the chill
of deepening twilight
and calls weary souls
to sit awhile
break bread
along the trail
and cast shadows
in its light
Then
with the dawn
fresh energy bestowed
the urge to carry on
break new trails
calls each one
a different way
Changed by the night
of breaking bread
and touching hands
and hearts.
Summer/Fall 1990
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