These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Sipping Tea

Sipping tea this wondrous night,
alone, but not quite sad.
The mellowness of soft, white light,
reclines, but not quite glad.

The waitfulness of sipping tea
between the highs and lows
doth cause a slower breathing me,
contented, that it knows.

The tea I'm sipping doffs Earl Grey,
considered man of rank.
The swill and taste are more than say,
but always need to thank.

When sipping tea, we need not rush.
'Tis more than nourishment.
The gentleness of a moment's hush
brings blest encouragement.

Sipping tea, this wondrous gift
brings thoughts, that do reflect.
Taking time as our hearts lift
we must not e'er neglect.

by Jay O’Toole
on October 14th, 2024