It’s lunch hour, so

office ladies and gentlemen go to the café

take their seats and order their food

a grumpy lady sitting by the window venting her bitterness on the phone

two serious men talking about some insurance plans

a tired woman with a frowny and sorrowful face waiting alone at the corner

when hot food and soup arrive and fill their hunger

they light up, happy and alive 

even more so with the delight of a cup of hot coffee or tea

broken as we may be

food feeds and heals us in a sacred way like the body of Christ.