A poem in the morning
Supplements and black coffee
A reading for the forming
Of orientation, Spirit, to Thee.
If I begin the day with words
That turn my heart to God
The arriving hummingbirds
Make life not seem so odd.

Mystery, magic, messaging
That holy trinity
Of experience impressing
On this silent divinity.
Understanding is wordless;
Love is its own fierce proof
In this little furnace
Inside where everything goes: Poof!