Liturgy of the Coffee

The liturgy of coffee, morning ritual.
Soft edges, greening world,
solitude of a summer morn,
blossoms white and crawling bugs and sunlight, warm on skin.

May you awaken to the memory of untroubled dreams.

May you awaken to bird calls and red-breasted birds in your trees.

May you awaken to a slight breeze and the sweet scent of bacon sizzling; to coffee, bittersweet--like life, warm and smooth on your tongue.

May you awaken to anticipation of love, of losing yourself in the flow of action--or inaction--that transports you worlds away in the here and now.

May you awaken to joy.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019


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