Comfort in Communion

welcome to the halls of compassion crevassed comforts

follow the hymnal of my surest, purest thoughts

my kindest concerns

a breath of pure joy

enveloped by earthly delights

a coffee shop in the southern sights

a passing by through college towns

a quaker to folks from northern flights.

Christian and christened

at its core

she compliments all

no hollow doors

she beckons you in

with worldly missions

granted by community decisions.

a haven for a wandering soul

with a desert in their mind

searching aimlessly for purpose

she is water turned divine

no dripping wine

three tree rooted in her design

she is a bean

that blooms when you enter

and open your heart

to the beating love that is her part

a living breathing being

she is not just a shop

she is a hug in a mug

a light in the dark

a candle burning bright

she is the start

for so many strayed

from community

she conforms to your every need

just so you feel secure

she is always concerned for your safety

for the time you enter her embrace

her blends encompass your senses

pleasure comes from patience

she has no vices

only asks for your devices

to take flight with meaning

in your options

you seek only compassion

engaged with ration

she shows you grace

when you feel disgrace

she shows you health

when you lose all wealth

she grants you peace of mind

when the rest of the world demands your grind

she is church

offering daily communion

to those who calm their calloused cautions

in the comforts of her cushioned palms

she offers no qualms

only gifts you with songs

and warm gestures from friends

that come from meeting with care

a "how are you today?" that always is real

a small town southern dream

made real from the compassion of Christ

i, a woman of little faith in versed births

i, a woman who sunk to the bottle a little longer than most

i, a woman who lay broken & brittle with too many bodies

i, a woman of pride poisoned by social meetings gripping at my worth

i, a woman determined to avoid any scriptures that challenge my careless character

i, a woman of hope lay weary in white washed walls of hospital halls

i, a woman who let her guard down in this bittersweet southern town

am in constant awe

at the rarity of this place

she is the heaven i always envisioned

with coffee cups

filled with miracle mylk

and so much love

a friendly greeting

always in a time of need

she has become the only holy communion

i come to

the confessional i crave

caramel dripping

creamer never missing

a latte that shatters all self doubts

she offers me the richest whereabouts

of my purpose and my soul

she is the kingdom

she is my cure

and i, her eager disciple.

She is Three Tree

my sacred trinity

my true source of divinity

forever where i find harmony,

blessed is she.