coffee cups

Hints of chill are in the air
Whispering of time’s passage
Calling can bleed it’s sorrow into quiet days too.
The change of season reminds one of pending end dates, and transitions.
Themed lattes and soft sweaters, an image of more rooted days.
Airport goodbyes and the bittersweet farewell open houses highlight the cost.
These silent moments unshared are a festering reminder of Call’s cost.
“What He calls us to IS more than we can handle.” says the pastor.
It’s confirmation that this unruly vision and unraveled heart are intertwined.
Today, I will sip of this good gift. I will be present and offer presence.
Calling life sings it’s compelling tune, the sorrowful sweetness of a life lived all in.

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