• coffee house

    by  • November 16, 2013 • community, durham • 4 Comments

    a year ago, this room
    was filled with reclaimed
    lumber and pregnant dreams;
    now I sit in my spot,
    trying to give birth to
    new ideas as though
    I have always come here.

    the path from then
    to now is not mapped,
    but discovered — looking
    back into the woods
    of hope and friendship,
    of late nights and failures,
    of sweat and smiles and stories

    in which we live and
    draw our circles — the paths
    that keep coming back
    to this clearing,
    this prayerbook of a coffee shop,
    where they call our names
    when all is ready.



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    4 Responses to coffee house

    1. Joy N
      November 16, 2013 at 11:46 am

      Good year indeed

    2. Kaila
      November 16, 2013 at 11:50 am

      Sitting, waiting for breakfast to come out of the oven, but feeling like I was just fed and nourished again by your pen, paper and heart. Thank you, Milton!

    3. November 16, 2013 at 12:12 pm

      I can almost smell the coffee as I read. I loved my two trips to Cocoa Cinnamon and hope to make another trek back : )

    4. Terry Allebaugh
      November 17, 2013 at 8:33 am

      “the path from then
      to now is not mapped,
      but discovered” is a great line, Milton, affirming that revelation is in memory, I’d say.

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