pondering people

Tonight a small group of people huddled in our driveway round a cheaply built metal fire bowl.
We talked.  We laughed.  We grieved. We wondered. We prayed.  We praised.
These are our people.  
That won't change.
Much HAS changed over the years, for all of us.
But the connection we share will not.
That is a holy thing.
And because of that, our concrete driveway and our cheaply built fire bowl are sacred.
A holy place.