Coffee Shop with God (Poem)

I went to a coffee shop with a man
He looked Jewish and had a nice smile 
A brown beard and His eyes squinted when He smiled 
He ordered a cup of drip with cream, honey, and a dash of cinnamon 
I order a matcha with oat milk and honey 
I don’t think He minded that I got a drink that is flavored liked grass
He let me have the booth seat and took the chair across from me
He let me watch the world around us 
He watched me as I got out my laptop to write this poem
He watched me pull out my airpods and plug both of my ears 
He watched me fiddle through sermons 
He watched me settle on instrumental worship music 
I sip my matcha, and He sips His coffee 
I write a poem about being a princess
I write a poem about being a warrior 
He has me reach out to my grandparents
They say they are proud of the woman I have become
It is only through the man sitting across from me, through His grace and His love 
I watch the people around me and wonder 
“Do they know I sit across from the One who made the world?” 
“Do they know I sit across from the One who called me loved?” 
I wonder if they knew 
He looked at all the other people, a small smile on His face
I think the love that flows through Him is just that evident 
He watches a single mother with two kids sit next to us
He smiles at them too
I look up from my computer
I take out the earbuds
I’m ready to go back to life
I’m feeling rejuvenated and rested 
God and I went to a coffee shop