Brew me love, God in our favorite spot. On the leather couch that makes me sweat in summer and brings a chilly thrill to my bare legs in winter.
Brew me love because steamy warmth is what a soul who has cloistered herself away from being undone needs.
She needs steam and dark-roasted scent in a thick, hefty mug,
So she can wrap her hands around it on these October 6 A.M.’s and know everything’s gonna be O.K.
Even if a child thuds and the world is a clattering of dirty cups, a cacophony of crying (not her own, hopefully),
She needs to know you ground up her espresso roast, slightly overdone and scalding to the lips.
Brew me, love, God, every morning, and as I sip, tell me again through the blue sky window and the wind whipping leaves that the view we share is filling me up to my fingertips forever, never cooling.
This post is Day 4 of 31 Days of Five Minute Free Writes 2016.