Liturgy of the Coffee
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