At the table
I ponder the day
As dawn sneaks through the blinds
The liquid bronze ring
Hugs the edge of the cup
The aroma dances upward
As the first dose is taken in

The ritual of the morning
Continues on
The reading of the day
Is the town crier’s report
But yet not long do I tarry
For my mind wanders
Back into the unseen realms
Seeking holy shelter
Looking to stock up
On peace enough to last the day

Awake my soul
To the Spirit’s call
Live bold and true
Push back
Stand strong
And carry me beyond 
This beginning 

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