All I know is, my coffee is warm (a short prayer).

Why do...
I have anxiety?
What is...
Troubling me?

My coffee is
Warm,
You are to
Be found,
Awaiting,
But here
Still cloaked,
But felt.

Lord Jesus
I cry to you
For I know that
You hear every cry
You are listening.

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