A False God

I find salvation each morning

In that first cup of coffee

No matter my sins from the night before

There is a promise rising

From that warm mug

It pulls me close, gathers me

Plays with me and offers

More time, more energy, more

But then I have consumed it

I see the porcelain at the bottom

Barely coated and cold

By the time I pour that second serving

The potential has faded

And only my habit remains

— by me


Painting: Cup of Comfort by Todd Horne

~ by April on March 23, 2013.

5 Responses to “A False God”

  1. Smiles at this. Clever and thoughtful.

    • It is a true love story about me and that first cup of coffee…which always goes by way too quickly. Sigh… Thanks for reading and commenting.

    • Of course, I also almost always lose that second cup of coffee somewhere in this house. I set it down and wander around confused, looking for it. It’s funny, that never happens with the first cup. Some metaphor for love I suppose.

  2. 🙂

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