coffee house

brewed beans, dried flowers, dull murmer of voices. we sit, three of us,
laugh, open Him up, examine the evidence. consider Him worthy of conversation.
pointed questions
real responses from a
little girl who
six months ago
didn't care.
green tea spills over with my tears, inside of course, outwardly i'm tough. your faith makes me
cry. i stare into your eyes, see the light of a new day dawning. miraculous. stunning.
we wipe off the table, pack the evidence in our bags
and drive away laughing.
nothing
is lost
forever.