Coffee in the Morning by George Mendoza
Good morning, good God...
The chill, the rain, the wind
have claimed all leaves
save those whose stubborn hold
will not let go 'til you, Lord,
say the word and then
they'll fall, spiraling
in autumn's letting go
when holding on to warmth gone by
might seem survival's only path
but you, Lord, know more than I,
you know my letting go may be
the only way to hold all I keep dear
and all I dearly need...
Help my letting go, Lord:
I offer you my hold on things,
my stored up fears and tears,
my grip on hurts I won't let go
that won't let go of me...
I offer you my fear of falling,
of spiraling, of letting go
my heart into your hands,
my hope into your promise to be there
to catch me in your arms...
I offer you and make my own
the prayer of falling leaves
and autumn's trust you'll hold me
through the winter's cold as I let go
my hold on all but hope of spring...
Gather all your falling leaves
and all the pleas that spiral from our hearts
on this November Monday morn, this day
and all this week...
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