Breakfast in Bed

Every morning when I awaken,

I think about bringing God breakfast in bed.


As I set my feet onto the floor and step into my slippers,

I imagine brewing the coffee

and popping biscuits into the oven,

pouring a bowl of raisin bran,

dicing up pieces of cantaloupe and honeydew,

throwing in some plump berries I gathered in the woods,

and a big juicy full moon grapefruit on the side–

the fruits of my labor, so to speak.

Won’t I AM be delighted by my efforts.


But as soon as I am ready to head to the kitchen,

guess Who always shows up in my doorway–


Oh God, you shouldn’t have!

Published by Waldo Noesta

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