Rachel Hackenberg and I take writing, prayer, and poetry seriously.
And coffee. We take coffee very seriously.
But sometimes there’s an opportunity to play… Thanks again to Rev. Hackenberg for permission to share these here. My work is indented to the right, and hers to the left.
If the green bean
Charred, mashed, ground, drowned
Can lift my drooping eyelids
Maybe even I can rise.
Help me, God.
If the leaves can burn
without crumbling, and
the coffee steep without
climbing, I too can wake.