Masaru Emoto

holding this cup of tea
like it's my own heart
whispering "Jesus" to it tenderly 
knowing
the water molecules recognize 
and respond
to the Truth
each sip sweeter 
more fortifying 
than the last
battlements of rubles 
bloom in my chest
the orange of the morning
has given birth to pure light
reminding me
some blessings are hard to receive
when we're still holding on
to what once was
however beautiful 
however good