Spirit lifter

Upon arriving
at church
to teach a lesson
on the work of
the Holy Spirit
what should greet me
but the wafting fragrance
of cinnamon coffee
brewing serenely

so good and perfect
restoring my soul

even though the world
is no less broken

it is no less loved

for God so loved

as I read
the Scripture
sipping my
cinnamon infusion
what should appear
on the windowsill
but a little bird
looking through
the glass
at our class

a swallow
who’s built her nest
under the eaves

Even the sparrow
has found a home,
    and the swallow

a nest for herself,
    where she may have

her young—
a place near your altar,
    Lord Almighty, 

my King and my God

they know, birds
they know

wingbeats flutter
in my struggling
human heart

it’s all
the work
of the Spirit

I came to teach
I am being taught

I know
I know

my cup
runneth over


On the way to a required professional development session, my colleague and I stopped for coffee (me) and Diet Coke (her).

“Gotta have something to keep us awake,” we told each other.

Upon arriving at our destination and settling in, I began looking over the materials, took a sip of my coffee, and—

“Good HEAVENS, that’s sweet!” I spluttered. I haven’t had sugar in my coffee in years, just two creams. Perhaps that’s why the taste was so intense?

And then I saw the tag on the cup.

Friends, and we wonder what is wrong with our country.