God is a fresh cup of coffee in the morning

God is a fresh cup of coffee in the morning

when the sun peeks down on my being

and the wind caresses my soul so cold

He warms my heart and makes me bold

I know He is not what I always perceive Him to be

My tongue does not know what it receives

For He is a feast of color, of smell, of taste

Swirls of life, of love and time not in haste

He gives me a bitterness that makes me cringe

but appreciate the sweetness He also brings

I can never count the beans He brewed

And so I can only say, “Thank you”.

On nights when work has forbidden my eyes

to close, rest or even blink thrice

I think of Him and I regain

my spirit and I am no longer the same

Once I tripped and broke my heart

And I was left searching for its missing parts

The pain of having holes within myself

had me hiding in the deepest corners of the shelves

But mother found me and there she was

cradling the white cup, smiling like a little lass

“Coffee is not only for mornings,” she said

“It is also for girls who cry when they go to bed.”

Now I sleep with no worries for dawn

to come and steal my chance to draw

the dreams I saw in tunes and hues

and the hope I gathered when the skies are blue

For when I wake up I know He is there

ever ready, He always shares

the lovely warmth that spreads through my soul

He is the fresh cup of coffee that makes me whole. 

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This poem is  for my Theology 121 class.  We were asked what/who is God for us and why/how is that our relationship with Him.