I had a series of dreams last night. Interspersed were periods of wakefulness during which I worried about how I would drink my coffee this morning. Yes, really. I awakened to find the Sunday story from inwardoutward.org. A reflection on the broken pieces. Somehow just what I needed to hear.
The biggest difficulty
This morning
Is a lack of milk or cream
For my coffee.
So I eat yogurt
In tandem
With sips of coffee.
Now I will go to church
To hear about
The feeding of the five thousand,
The twelve baskets
Of broken pieces
Left over.
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