Ode to My Coffee Pot

As part of my Lenten sacrifices, I am committed to meditating on Philippians 4:8.

“Finally brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think of these things.”

My husband gave this penance to me, as I tend to dwell on negative things.  So this morning, instead of lamenting the fact that I’m still pregnant (oh when will this baby come?) and it’s still cold outside and I still can’t get enough sleep, I thought I’d think about something lovely, gracious, and worthy of praise–my coffee pot!

But I don’t actually know how to write poetry properly.  So let’s consider this Modern, Free Verse.  (Whatever that means.)

Ode to My Coffee Pot

Oh my dear, loyal Coffee Pot,

Every night my husband programs you.

In fact, your Faithful Timer is my husband’s Favorite Feature.

For at 6am we say good morning to Jesus,

and then at 6:45,

as you graciously beep to signal the end of Morning Prayer,

we desperately stumble over to you.

O Brewer of Buzzes!

O Terror of Yawns!

Our children know that they ought not to disturb this Sacred Moment

of drinking your hot liquid blackness.

Because if they do, they might be greeted thus:

For you see, I am weak and have an addiction that must be satiated.

But since I am a good Catholic,

and know that everything must be enjoyed in moderation,

I sacrificially limit myself to just one pot.*

O thou Dearest Machine and Giver of Joy!

O Bestower of Wakefulness!

May God strengthen you, Dear Coffee Pot

and reward you with long, long life!

 

*I don’t actually drink a whole pot…I do share it with my husband.