coffee cup poetry

rhymes on a cup
tiny words to fill up
your soul: brain coffee
so read while you drink
while caffeine sinks
into your system: energy
coffee cup poetry
a cup to you from me,
your barista: brain-coffee-energy-lady
who brews you two hot commodities
please
think with me
about the color blue,
about the shades whispering
through the sky
or reflecting
in her eyes.
think about blue lights
how blue looks cold,
but it belongs in summer
because gray is colder
and it belongs to winter
just like white.
white noise, white space,
we're stuck on one channel in one place,
just quasi-members of the human race.
white noise, white space,
white light from stars
through the night,
eternal night
in the void between galaxies
and here on a rock sits you and sits me
writing poor poetry,
just a blip in the void's memory.
just think with me
about eternity
about infinity
about some piece of humanity
going on endlessly--
now pause.
catch your breath.
the inevitable end
hasn't happened yet
so let's sit down for a pour over coffee
just the void and you and me
and discuss the point of everything
continuing
"there isn't one," says the void
in a voice too much like white noise
"existence is meaningless"
so the void is a nihilist
and the void looks at me
so I say, "it seems like vanity,
true
but what if you
were made to be family
to the maker of infinity
and purpose is found simply
in the harmony
of you
and the God who made blue
and gray
and white
and that makes me sound religious
which makes you and void suspicious
of my agenda
but now the void and I have both shared our coffee thoughts
and the time has come, like it or not
to think
think about blue
think about God
think about you.


update: in this interim period between training and school and life, I'm trying once again to write a book.  we're going for a short story/poetry collection this time. wish me luck.

2020

It’s a new year, a new decade, a new chapter...and the right words are whispers waiting to be heard above the racket of real life.

The book of Joel is God’s command and plea to His people to correct their hearts toward Him. He tells them the end of everything we know, the disaster that will afflict humanity, and He says, “If you come back to me, I will still be faithful to protect you from that.” But the end of Joel is open. There is no final answer to the result of the people of God, because we are still living in the time when the answer must be made. That is the entire purpose behind the last two years of Bible school, and the key to goal of however many more years God chooses to give me: people need to know their Creator is waiting for an answer. Will they love Him? Will they accept His terms? Or will they be numbered among the ones who reject Him?

It’s a wild time to be alive.  On the one hand, Tanner and I are getting married in six months! (Ohmygosh six months) My wedding dress arrived and is ready for alterations as of today, bridesmaid gifts are here, my sweet friend Lydia is almost done with invitations...we are actually getting married! On the other hand, our church may not be behind us going on to the Missionary Training Center this year and that hurts. He is involved with the missions team; I teach Sunday school with another lady; we attend a small group that we love.  Yet we might not have been presenting the right questions to the right people, or pursuing moving forward as missionary candidates in the most visible places. It’s a confusing, dizzying place to be.

But my brother is right. All we can do is pray, and be willing to accept and follow the guidance given by the leaders we are blessed to be under. God designed things that way, not us. 

So, my reader, pray for us through excitement and disappointment. Pray that we would be still in these moments so that we might move only when the Holy Spirit says “go.” Pray that we would be surrounded by people who desire God’s will to be done.

Thank you <3