Pale rose liquid fills the mug
Steaming and inviting, willing to share its warmth
My cup is full
Sip by sip, the goodness shrinks
Freely given, sometimes stolen
My cup is empty
Debris clings to ceramic
A sad stain echoing previous bounty
My soul’s dregs on display
Say a prayer, rinse them clean
Read His words, pour anew
Filling holiness, diluting dregs
Happy Friday, Poets!
Whether Saturday will make Day 5 or Day 1, I hope you’ll join me and keep the creative momentum flowing throughout the weekend.
I’d love to see the efforts of your poem in the comments below! I understand that these are first drafts and I hope you offer my humble words the same grace! Remember, Keep Showing Up!