After the Rain

I come down the stairs
in the faint light
of night’s easing into day.

In the misty gray of wet dawn,
I see the lawn drenched in green.
Branches heavy with wet leaves
bend toward earth,
slight shade showing around their bases
in the subtle light.

In the kitchen,
I drain the last remnants of coffee
into the sink,
rinse out the carafe.

I lift out the old filter,
put in the new,
measure in the last batch of fresh grounds
and pour in water.

I check and check again
to make sure the basket
is fully seated;
the slightest thing out of kilter
with this temperamental maker
will send hot coffee spilling out
above the filter
and onto the counter,
then the floor.

Even small things
must be done carefully,
else the good we intend
for those we love
will seem more like cursing than blessing.

And a cup of steaming coffee
on a foggy morning
is surely meant for blessing.

H. Arnett

About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Ark City, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-nine years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-eight grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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