Friday, November 12, 2010

a poem

Here's a little poem I wrote while sitting in my favourite coffee shop the other day. It's nothing much, but at least it shows I'm starting to relax after a very busy year! There should be indents throughout the poem but blogger doesn't do that. Too bad.

Morning coffee

It's a long time since I have sat
and let thoughts stream through my head
like trailing drifts of cloud.

Here, in this lovely coffee shop stillness
I sip
and stare.
Leaves move
birds cheep
a group of gossiping mums walk past

and I sit
enclosed in an invisible bubble
of silence
and solitude

held only by the grace of God
held so surely, so securely
that I can drift
lay aside my work
and give myself over

to rest.

image is by 2Bcup at flickr


Meredith said...

Ahhhhhh..........I can feel the relief washing over you. In fact I can almost feel it washing over me just reading your poem...and I don't even like coffee!!

Jean said...

Don't tell anyone, but actually it was a chai latte. Writer's licence. Maybe I should have called it "Morning chai". It sounded a little pretentious!

Valori said...

Very nice, Jean. Love the last verse especially! There really is no true rest apart from that truth, is there?

He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters.
He restores my soul.