Rising Aroma 

or

Coffee with “Maude” (because “Coffee with God”, speaking like I’m spoken to might scare you )

I want you to ease into 

this day where you’ll be

wrong all day long,

not your essence but

your expectations will 

be wrong all day long.

You expect so little 

When I love you so much.

You expect the worst

When, well, 

I had planned 

The best.

You insist on doing it, 

All of it, by yourself,

You way, when I was sure 

It was us, a ‘we’, moving in

Thy Will be done.

You're withholding hurts

but you blame Love, 

expect less, speak less,

truth less, than those born 

of Love can and should 

for the benefit of the 

highest common good. 

You have and are more 

than you expect 

by understanding 

it's not thinking too much 

of yourself, it's centering us, 

it's knowing self-care isn't 

“me first”, it's “me, too”,

it's knowing I don't need 

to push when I belong.

Mostly, you're a mirror 

surrounded by mirrors,

whose job it is to keep 

your own mirror clean, 

this way you can project 

and expect to share and

shine, not “win”.

When I say, 

“Let there be”, 

but you say, “if”,

expectations are lowered,

unholy withholding is born.

When I say, “I bring Life more

abundantly, in your tongue, touch,

in nature restored, but your faith

is in scarcity, scarcity yields expected

returns, not a “secret” at all,

no promoted prosperity promised,

just a better soundtrack for

cooperative, creative, loving

acceptance.

You see when I look

at you, I see Me and

when you do, too,

you won't be wrong.

We’ll align, merge,

in your weakness,

We are strong but 

until then, you expect 

so very much less 

than I dreamed;

so much expected,

intended, spoken 

into undesired being,

when less energy used

could just allow the good,

expect the promised, the willed,

the consequence 

but trust Love wins, 

expect Life to continue, 

and you’ll be both, right 

and happier, and free 

to love and expect love.

pdk