We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
Little leaves of tea are shocked through, soothing to the heart, that needs peace. Find a place to sit, sip, release. It warms the core while warming you. The field in which you fully grew, filled with goodness, that did not cease with wondrous breath, and rain's caprice fell dark with picker's work to do. Quite shoved in bags, in planes you flew to aid some human's forehead crease. Responsibilities each piece makes days of humans stand askew. Heat the kettle till's steam beaucoup doth make the water full cerise. Rooibos falls over cup's mouthpiece. Red tea's herbal joy is its due. Will is not a tea's trait so true. The leaves know pain. Flavors release. Sipping it slow, the humans know peace. Savor the moment when you're through. by Jay O’Toole on August 15th, 2024 ![]() |