A sip of coffee from my mug at the appearance of sunlight makes me tranquil. I don't recall much about what I dreamt of when I slept. There is no guarantee that I will see the moon tonight, for as we know, the rest is not promised, but bring on the day. Even with all its worries and concerns I embrace it. It begins with the opening of eyes, a yawn, a rise, a walk, the pouring, and a sip by sip of my morning coffee.
I recalled Matthew 6:34 in the process of composing this poem.