True Love of Coffee

Sometimes, we hold ourselves
not knowing forgiveness or compassion
We find the truth of our thoughts broken
as the darkness we feel becomes sacrilage

As children, we learn to believe
in things that we cannot see, or feel
we find our imagination becoming real
and we listen to an invisible world as our friend

Yet as we grow, we discover the fallen apple
We find a lush green tree, surrounded by beauty
the fragrant aroma of desire wavering in the air
and the reminder that no one is watching

We fall pray to our sin, the desire of our mortal appetite
Our laughter turns to quiet doubt, subtle and of whispering quality
as we tip toe across the field and wander closer
knowing that we are doing something that is not so good

We realize that doubt drowns our spirit
and quiets the childlike innocence we never questioned
Yet we force ourselves further, one step at a time
trying to explain one action, by purposely taking another

As we reach the tree, we hunger more and more
as our greatest effort fails to let us reach the limb, dangling our wish
We shake it feverishly, in a most demanding way
and it falls down, breaking our heart upon its own

Years pass by, as the sun flies across the horizon
the birds come in the afternoon, yet contiue across the sky
The grass becomes dead and brown as the light burns into the ground
Realizing the sin of greed, of gluttony and desire… made something die

Life comes to an end, in a moment of childlike want.
The warm nurturing hand of unknowing death, the hope of something more.
Yet we do not stop, we move on, we scour our life for something else of value
and when the next visit comes, no one will witness the beauty we knew

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