As I was poking around on the internet?detracting?myself with miscellaneous research I came across a blog post entitled The Religion of Coffee, which is actually broken up into two post. ?Intrigued, I read. ?I am a self proclaimed coffee lover, but would I call myself a devotee?
According to the first there are denominations of true coffee believers and a hierarchy of snobbery. ?Simply calling yourself a coffee lover is like saying you are Christian. ?It’s too broad, and wow, can it ever be broken down. ?According to that post I’d have to say I was more of a ?Starbucks attender because I enjoy most what the Brits refer to as Milk-toast. ?However, I do enjoy a good strong cup of just about any coffee brew.
I think often about what is in my cup. ?Lately it has become a preoccupation. ?I have talked and written about coffee. ?It is a wonderful beverage and metaphor. ?Could it be a philosophy? ?Perhaps. ?Others have already begun to take a deeper interest in that miraculous little bean. ?I enjoy my coffee thoughts, and those of others. ?I just don’t see myself becoming snobbish and?elitist?in regards to my beverage of choice.
However, as I continued to explore the deeper meaning of things I also came across this delightfully?irreverent prayer.
Caffeine is my shepherd; I shall not doze.
It maketh me to wake in green pastures:
It leadeth me beyond the sleeping masses.
It restoreth my buzz:
It leadeth me in the paths of consciousness for its name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of addiction,
I will fear no Equal?:
For thou art with me; thy cream and thy sugar they comfort me.
Thou preparest a carafe before me in the presence of The Starbucks:
Thou anointest my day with pep; my mug runneth over.
Surely richness and taste shall follow me all the days of my life:
And I will dwell in the House of Mochas forever.
I don’t think I will ever raise my cup up to the status of a?deity, but if one were to write a bible upon the?innumerable virtues of coffee, I do believe that prayer should be included.
Coffee lover that I am, I must admit to my?sacrilegious adoration for a childhood?reminiscent?mug of hot chocolate, and my complete?appreciation?for a divinely fine spot of tea to make any Brit smile in approval. ?But at the risk of offending even the tea devotees, I bask in the varying blends from iced to herbals. ?Life was not meant to be left untasted.
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