Poor Over

Always early morning,

when the quiet nudges me awake.

Then the fridge hums,

and the computer fan whisper syncs.

In a trance, I hope the kettle

cooperates for my mandatory

pour over.

 

Pour over coffee…

On what grounds?

Might I incriminate myself?

The process gives me pause, literally.

Have you ever prepared a pour over?

It’s like being in the Army…

Hurry up, then wait.

 

The weight of it all

while I wake is what grinds me.

On a good day I’ll distract,

watch the weather report between pours,

fiddle with my phone etc.

On a better day I will look and listen.

I observe the brown noise falling.

 

They say the two inches of oxygen

between the cone of milled beans

and the awaiting mug

enhances the flavor.

If I close my eyes and open

my imagination I hear the trickle

of a brook, and the mending of my mind.

 

A prayer of sorts, as I sort through

yesterday, and prepare for today.

I thank God for coffee,

then poor over the humanity,

mine, yours, the world’s.

I grab my mug of brew,

and cream it with “Lord have mercy.”

 

Ahead…Ache

The throb huddled

in the back corner.

Eyes spliced open,

no alarm,

except dull pain.

 

Thoughts, analyzation.

“Not enough water?”

“Caffeine deprivation?”

“Dead pillow, flat?”

Imagine that.

 

Did I try to hoard worries

instead of thinking

them through?

Did I stuff them,

choking off synapses?

 

By thoughts alone

can the ache dissipate?

By thinking only,

do the knots loosen?

“Have you prayed?”

 

I’ve thought about it.

“Why don’t you simply

think your thoughts

toward Me? I know

every one of them.”

 

Then I cast my thoughts

toward God.

The bundle in back

of my head softened,

dispersed.

 

 

“Don’t fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns. Before you know it, a sense of God’s wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down. It’s wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life.” Philippians 4:6,7 The Message

 

 

 

Wish Upon a Stare. Stars and perspective.

Have you ever stared at a star, not for its brilliance or beauty, but because you thought it might not be a star? You get an inkling it might be moving. It is set so far off in the expanse that you can’t tell if it is twinkling or blinking. You star stare not to wish on it but to confirm or deny it.

Does your mind wander off into deep space? Do you imagine each light as if it were strung around an infinite Christmas tree? Do you wait for God to throw shooting stars like tinsel?

Does the thought of a universe with no walls or ceiling scare you like when you were a child looking up and out? How does a ten year old brain contain the idea of never-ending? How do I now? I was scared then.

Do you wonder how many other cooled off orbs circle each gravity rich light? How many planets orbit our puny system? How many more systems are out there circling the lights?

Do you think there are way more than a thousand points of light? If each of your 100 billion brain cells were assigned to a star you wouldn’t have enough. Imagine if each star was a brain cell and we were only synapses in the mind of God.

Your staring stops as you find the bright light blinking as it gains size. The plane is probably heading for Detroit. You turn and walk in the house.

Psalm 139:17,18

Psalm 8:3