Fear of Grace

My fear of grace lingers

inside my coffee cup

swirling the remnants

as I ask again about

your wishes, your dreams.

You don't remember me do you?

When you knew me

I was younger, more innocent.

I didn't drink coffee then.

And you....you were stormier

dark with thunder and wind

terrifying in your sin

your glance use to burn

and now you simply glimmer...

fools gold found

lurking in the bottom

of my cup.