We'll wash our hearts with coffee until they become the color of the swirling liquid earth.
They'll breathe in the aroma and anoint themselves with the curls of richness
Dancing an escape from the brim of the mugs.
We'll pray to the weathered hands that harvested the beans that even in the biting briskness and cowardly violence of this world
We may become warm and hearty and nurturing
like that with which we fill our cups.
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 11:10 PM UTC
We'll wash our hearts with coffee until they become the color of the swirling liquid earth.
They'll breathe in the aroma and anoint themselves with the curls of richness
Dancing an escape from the brim of the mugs.
We'll pray to the weathered hands that harvested the beans that even in the biting briskness and cowardly violence of this world
We may become warm and hearty and nurturing
like that with which we fill our cups.