A Life Held

It is early. The air is still after a day and night of rain. A warm fog lingers, giving me a morning hug. Nature’s aromas rush toward me to announce their presence.

I hold my cup of coffee and feel the warm heat against my hands. I hold it close and feel the steam on my face. My fingers wrap around it like a glove. As long as I am attentive it won’t fall or spill. I think of myself as this cup. A vessel being held tightly for it inhabits precious life.

Autumn’s senses rise

God’s hand never releases

As summer let’s go

 

dVersepoetspub.com prompt is mindfulness. Hold something in your hand and focus on it, feeling it, musing on it, free write a few minutes and then forge a poem.

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About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on medium.com. My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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14 Responses to A Life Held

  1. Very lovely. A lovely meditation inspired by that early morning coffee!

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  2. I like the comparison of yourself with the cup, “held tightly” and “inhabiting precious life.”

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  3. I love the warmth of a cup of coffee… excellent.

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  4. V.J. Knutson says:

    This is beautiful – your prose, the image of cup as the precious vessel, the haiku.

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  5. rothpoetry says:

    I love the idea of being held like a cup of preciousness in the hand of God. Well done!

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  6. Singledust says:

    gave me a sense of peace and serenity just visualising how we are held safe and warm like that too

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  7. lillian says:

    Love the statement of faith in the haiku. And interesting to see that treasuring of the coffee cup in hand. My morning ritual is to make my coffee in my glass chemex pot….pouring exactly 2 cups of boiling water, slowly, rounding the pour clockwise, into the filter that holds the same exact amount of fresh ground coffee…..and then savoring my hot coffee as I write early in the morn. 🙂 Love your post here…made me smile.

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  8. Frank Hubeny says:

    Nice line: “God’s hand never releases” after describing holding the coffee cup.

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  9. Mish says:

    A beautiful haibun , appealing to the senses. Love the idea of the fog giving a morning hug.

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