Coffee

Daybreak Winter Solstice After a long dark night We stare into ceramic darkness That floods our morning with life Egad, what’s this? The sun that shines In our eyes while we’re trying to write?   Piercing light whom I address One little request if I may? Just please step aside And shine from behind My eyes weren’t yet ready to play   My coffee’s not drank My mind like a bank Robbed at the break...

It’s not every day we wake up to find the world around us burned to the ground while we were sleeping No, not every day But it was today And we hate it when this happens Loved ones pass Nothing lasts It was too much to ask And yet here we remain… unanswered Our voice in the darkest night… unanswered Our screams from that hill out in the wind… unanswered The promise of an answer...

The word that I am Was first spoken fifty years ago To this very day And when I entered the kitchen this morning Groggy from all those years of stumbling through life My wife greeted me With a truthful embrace And with a loving smile And asked if I felt older today Or if anything felt different at all Just like one would ask a young child And immediately I blurted out without thinking  ...

An Irishman once told me In all seriousness That God is a morning person And you have to get up early To connect with God Before God gets cranky Or busy Or whatever Now I don’t think God dislikes mornings God made them beautiful But God also made the moon And the stars And the color black And all of its different shades And afternoons Yes, afternoons are a good time too But today it...