I like to drink coffee
      from my favorite cup.
 I add creamer and flavoring,
      then I fill it right up.
A couple of soft mints
      and ice cream is good.
But I still call it coffee,
      do you think that I should?
While I like to add things,
      some others do not.
They won’t call mine coffee,
      even though it is hot.

There are some people
      who are living out there.
They’ll take such a difference
      and let me know they care.
That’s not how they like it,
      so I must be wrong.
If I don’t agree
      then I do not belong.
While all this sounds silly,
      it happens too much.
When we disagree
      about style and such.

I’m not really writing
      about coffee per se.
But things that divide us
      almost every day.
Most of the issues
      that we try to face.
Would disappear quickly
      if we’re in the right place.
That place is not distant,
      very close I would say.
It’s wherever we are
      when we start to pray.

So as I drink coffee
      that’s all full of stuff.
Be happy I like it,
      don’t get in a big huff.
This gentle reminder
      is not just for you.
For I need to value
      the things that you do.
When all that is different
      is made into one.
The unity created
      will look like the Son!
©

 I came in from running the snow blower and clearing walks and as I made a cup of coffee, this poem appeared in my head.  No, I didn’t have ice cream in the coffee tonight but I did have vanilla caramel creamer, caramel coffee syrup, and two soft mints in it and it was delicious.   I pray that this poem is an encouragement and help to you so that when differences appear large, you would remember to pray.

In prayer,
Tom