coffee 'n' stuff

there was a coffee spoon
given to me
however
I drink my coffee black
newspapers around
here and there
perhaps even the metro section

Johannes Agricola in Meditation- by Robert Browning

There's heaven above, and night by night

I look right through its gorgeous roof:

No suns and moons though e'er so bright

Avail to stop me; splendor-proof

I keep the broods of stars aloof:

Fir I intend to get to God.

For 't is to God I speed so fast

For in God's breast, my own abode,

Those shoals of dazzling glory, passed,

I lay my spirit down at last.

I lie where I have always lain,

God smiles as he has always smiled:

Ere stars were thudergirt, or piled

The heavens, God thought on me his child

Ordained a life for me, arrayed

Its circumstances, every one

etc.