im lost in the mess of my desk, this space that is mine alone
with so much to do, so much i want to do, so much i have to do.
in the midst of it, kenyan coffee swirls in my mouth-
its rich undertones reminding me
of good things, cherished things, joyful times, and the providence of our Lord.
its a bittersweet reminder this morning.

1 comment:

  1. universal and poignant. my pumpkin coffee in the cool air this week tasted that way too, but you said it better than I. ranne