i grind the beans,

for the love of God.

i wipe the counters and sweep the floors,

for the love of God.

i place a sticker on the cup, calling out the drink and 

its owner by name,

all for the love and glory of God.

I put the pastry in its white and green envelope

for the glory of God.

I steam the milk and clean the wand

for the glory of God.

i can do all these little things for God.

All work is worship.

when I serve and love his people 

I do it unto the Lord.

i operate in the small.  

engagement party

the grass stood tall,

all their green hands raised in joy

like a million little ring fingers,

they are all, now newly engaged,

and want to show me their

glistening diamonds they were 

proposed with. 

they are quite literally  dripping in 

diamonds. the best kind.

mister head sprinkler head groom

bent down on his rubber knee and 

they all said in gleeful unison, 

"yesssssss!"

I make sure to write down every

single nice thing you said to me.

I want you to

I want you to 

find any excuse to be near me

I want you to 

take your fingers and run them 

on the rim of my shirt, 

grazing the damp skin of my neck

I want you to 

stand as close to me as possible 

just so you can smell my hair

I want you to 

already be staring at me 

before I look up 

to stare at you

I want you to 

sit across from me at the table,

only to lean down to adjust your shoe, 

and absolutely 

cannot restrain yourself 

from caressing my 

leg on the way back up

I want you to 

yearn for me

long for me

I want you to consume me

I want you to 

roll my name on your tongue

under your breath

behind your lips

I want you to 

never move past me

without drinking me in, 

all of your senses on fire at 

the nearness of me

I want you 

too