A Coffee of Prayers
Life is good and safe with the known. We all love being with those who know us so well, who would love us as a matter of responsibility. The matter of “Cause and Effect” is such a batter for life that the chatter of its clatter never ends up being better sooner and sometimes later. Am I overstating it?
Even if yes, I am still enjoying it. To simplify we have relations where there is a concept of “Cause and Effect”. Take every relation you have a cause for it and it gives you effect. A Coffee of Prayers is my irony to celebrate the exact opposite.
I met a relationship with no cause and no effect. That was my Coffee of Prayers.
A stranger to me, and a forever to be. Sometimes we never know how we connect with the unknown so easily. I realized how valuable it is to connect with someone who doesn’t know you, how valuable it is to be with someone who doesn’t know you, and how valuable it is to experience the care of the one you don’t know.
That’s what happened to me.
I met the selfless humanity lost in the crowd of self. I met the true prayer mixed in the warmth of a coffee.
A person who was just another traveler like me, looking forward to having company and probably acceptance.
We met with an accidental communication of a technical accident. And I am good to know that accidents are many times defamed to never fully understand the good it gives with its superficial pain. A mother of three lovely princesses was a story and memory for the soul. It was amazing to see a composure to hold so many things about life. Because we do hold ourselves with our challenges, memories, fears, the traumas. And then all we want is a causeless acceptance which she did give me. It became easier for me to carry the weight of my bag and the weight of my heart to simply be with her because of being accepted. She taught me how facing your fears becomes easier when we only learn to see and go through them. She was one person who made me visualize how special it is when your mom writes letters for her daughter. She gave me the moral of how a mother is the best writer for the life of her daughter. She inspired me to know how a beautiful soul and responsible female admires the playfulness and simplicity of a child. She recited how essential the factor of self-care becomes over time. That’s probably when the exchange for the love of Lord Jesus and the love for poems became synonymous to two hearts and nevertheless it became complete when sugar met coffee and we finally had that prayer of good wishes causelessly truly soulfully.
The value of a person can never be estimated with a factor of purpose. If you seek a person with a purpose you let go of a person with no purpose too. Your life can be complete when you see how true it is to be a person with no purpose. And with you my dear fellow traveler I felt that true value of love for myself.
The estimate is to be estimated and is yet to be estimated. But the estimate of a person is impossible to be ever estimated, and that of love and care should never be estimated. You never know the form of love you ever get, and I can’t thank you enough for the one you gave me.
It was a very short acquaintance, a very short duration, but nothing felt more generous to me to be timeless with you for this short hour. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for being that valuable person, a mother, a female, an inspiration, and a beautiful soul. I wish you all the very best and the beauty of the seven worlds. I pray for the best coffee of life to brew your moments with happiness, blessing, and well-being, to you and your lovely family. I pray to the Lord Jesus to give you everything you wish…
Hope we see each other someday once more…
Thank you for a beautiful Coffee of Prayers with Heart…
