I was meditating, early in the day
when I reached for what was left
of my second cup of coffee.
It had separated into murkiness.
I was staring into a mirror of my
current state and circumstances.
Murky. Simply murky. But I got
in the car to take care of the
business at hand. The drive was
murder both ways, but I was in
and out in ten minutes. The
dismal deed was done. Gasp!
I was so stressed out when I
got back home, I couldn’t
write on my Mac, so I opened
my old HP and killed aliens in
Halo until I couldn’t see straight.
That would be about an hour.
Which is about all The Covenant
I can take. Playing this game for
fourteen years now and Holy
Smokes! I found a new way to
kill The Hunters by using the
overcharge power output of
a Plasma pistol. Got ’em both.
So, I made it through this gloomy
day after all. I stay amazed at
how God’s grace is enough for
me even on these stupid days
when hope fell off the edge into
the abyss at my feet. This calls
for an end of day fresh cup.
Espresso this time. Espresso to
sip, think, reflect, and wait. And
to give thanks. I’m alone and my
life is a mess. But coffee is good.
I never tire of Halo. I never tire
of God’s goodness on these
murky days in hell. (Satan isn’t
on break during Christmas; he
never takes a day off.) So, try
espresso. Try Halo. Try God.
Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)
I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)