My Fragrant Cup of Tea
By Minna Irving, 1920
When I am tired of work or play,
And all my nerves are raw
With things I did, and things I said
And things I merely saw,
I hasten home and donning mules
And flowing negligee,
Get out the spirit lamp and make
A fragrant cup of tea.
I pour the steaming amber drink
In china thin and fine,
Gold banded, bordered daintily
With wild rose flower and vine,
Add cream and sugar or condensed,
And sipping slowly see
A film of far off scenes unroll,
The drama of the tea.
The Sense of Tea
I've drunk the mist that's squeezed from grapes
The searing wet of malt and mash
They mask the thoughts and dull the mind
When leaves are moistened and come to be
They tender the wealth that man calls tea
It slides with spiral steam above the vessel
To the mind like a serpent striking
The senses..touch, sight, smell
And when ingested..taste finally
Somehow it meets the soul with which it conjoins
Raising the memories of long ago
That have somehow been forgotten
© Copyright 12/2000 by M.R. (Dixie) Wietrzykowski
Teatime with God
"Come in," God said. "So, you would like to have tea with Me?"
"If you have the time," I said.
God smiled and said, "My time is eternity and is enough to do everything;
what questions do you have in mind to ask me?"
"What surprises you most about mankind?"
God answered, as we sipped our tea,
"-That they get bored of being children, are in a rush to grow up,
and then long to be children again.
-That they lose their health to make money and then lose their
money to restore their health.
-That by thinking anxiously about the future, they forget the present,
such that they live neither for the present nor the future.
-That they live as if they will never die, and they die as if they had never lived."
God's hands took mine and we were silent for a while and then I asked, "As a
parent, what are some of life's lessons you want your children to learn?"
God asked, more tea and replied with a smile,
"-To learn that they cannot make anyone love them. What they can
do is to let themselves be loved.
-To learn that what is most valuable is not what they have in their
lives, but who they have in their lives.
-To learn that it is not good to compare themselves to others. All will be
judged individually on their own merits, not as a group on a comparison basis!
-To learn that a rich person is not the one who has the most,
but is one who needs the least.
-To learn that it only takes a few seconds to open profound wounds in
persons we love, and that it takes many years to heal them.
-To learn to forgive by practicing forgiveness.
-To learn that there are persons who love them dearly, but simply do not
know how to express or show their feelings.
-To learn that money can buy everything but happiness.
-To learn that two people can look at the same thing and see it totally different.
-To learn that a true friend is someone who knows everything
about them, and likes them anyway.
-To learn that it is not always enough that they be forgiven by others,
but that they have to forgive themselves."
I sat there for awhile enjoying the moment sipping tea with God. I thanked Him
for His time and for all that He has done for me and my family,
He replied, "Come for tea anytime.
I'm here 24 hours a day.
All you have to do is ask for me, and I'll answer and put the kettle on."
People will forget what you said.
People will forget what you did,
but People will never forget how you made them feel,
the time spent in friendship over a cup of tea.
I'm sitting here remembering
While on my Arma's knee
Dipping a piece of bread
In a cup of milk and tea
Since then I've traveled
Far and wide and even crossed the sea
But my fondest memories will always be
Of a cup of Arma's tea
© Copyright M.R. (Dixie) Wietrzykowski 12/2/2000
A Day Of Tea
I like a nice cup of tea in the morning,
For the start of the day you see,
And at half past eleven,
For my idea of heaven,
Is a nice cup of tea.
I like a nice cup of tea with my dinner,
And a nice cup of tea with my tea.
And when it's time for bed,
There's a lot to be said,
For a nice cup of tea!
© Copyright By A.P. Herbert
The Tea Cup
The rising sun, flickered through the bare
branches of the trees.
A few birds perched on the branches.
She sat there looking, pondering, wondering.
Her fingers, wrapped around the cinnamon
stick, stirring her tea.
She thought about her life, she yearned to
free, as she raised to her lips,
The cup of tea.