Cup of Coffee
Each day needs to be a pilgrimage
into my own heart.
“This day is yours, Lord,”
“This day is yours, Lord,”
I say each day upon rising.
Yet, before I even finish
my first cup of coffee,
the day has become mine.
God never shouts to be heard over our noise.
God never shouts to be heard over our noise.
Only silence gives God a chance to speak.
The soul that waits on God,
The soul that waits on God,
patiently and unhurriedly,
will eventually be filled
with the realization he or she
is infinitely loved.
with the realization he or she
is infinitely loved.
from Thoughts of a Blind Beggar
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