Tea Time

It was brilliant

As I sat on a wooden bench

Placed far off from the table

You lifted up my face to see how

The sky shone this dignifying calm,

Alighted blue

And the clouds like bouts of shade

As if chalk was artistically sprayed

And a child’s fingers felt for the particles

And wish they'd follow a trail

Like remnants of pure translucent smoke

Glowing with the light of the sun

And His breath of life

Splayed over me

Taking my breath away

As soon as He called on the four winds

To awaken me

And He is milk to my bones

As I sip this tea

He takes me to that day

My Grandma gave me

Fresh cow’s milk

Courtesy of the one in the shed

Mooing because she’s hungry

The day Grandma gave me

Fresh cow’s milk in a glass

The nutrition handed over

From her loving, nursing hands –

Hot, and I receiving it cautiously

Took a sip to taste

Rich fullness

I am brought back to this bench

As I sip from this hot tea

To taste rich fullness

And I smiling

Love how You take me away

You’ll keep me entertained

Oh yes You will

With more tea-times

And miracles

Colours and

Foam-cups overflowing

With your never-ending goodness

And You are milk to my bones

I thank-you for that day

Oh send my love to my grandparents

Won’t you please?

How I miss them and those days

I can still taste

The rich fullness

Not of milk

Or of my mightily fond beverage

But of the moment

Lovingly simple.
(Winter 2013)