We have gathered every Tuesday evening
for the last few years
(no one remembers
when we started)
to discuss the spiritual books
we read.
Because our sharings
are from the heart
and fearless
and because our seeking
is deep
and joyous
we have grown
to love each other
dearly.
Our friendship is a sacred,
magnificent,
cherished gift—
and much too rare.
Weekly, we meet in a closed room
in a church in Enid,
but once a year
we come to the farm
for a potluck.
It is bliss
for me
to sit with these friends
on my front porch
in the soft, cool breeze
of a June evening.
Gratitude
abounds.

(Cass,
we missed you.)

Debra, Randa, Diane

Joyce, Ruth (and Maizey)

Joyce

Debra

Together