When Morning Truly Breaks

All is right with the world, she said –

Her world, yes.

She just woke up. Cup of coffee in hand.

If a cup of coffee is all it took to make the world better…

I’d drink it more often… I would always…

I’d give it another taste and look.

But then again, there’s another cup…

a cup to drink and all is well with my soul.

a cup to remember my Savior’s blood –

spilled out to make me his own –

a body broken – bread of life to eat.

once, my broken life; now complete.

All is well with my soul, I countered and smiled.

She agreed and smiled in return

For Jesus knows her too

And that’s when the morning broke –

altogether lovely.

Millpond Ink Poetry, August 2023