A cup of tea contains a day

As dreams envelope night –

Within the earthy, tannic depths,

winter’s precious light.

A cup of tea grants its power

Like Samson’s flowing crown.

With silent prayer and a sip,

Dagon’s walls come down.

A cup of tea may stop awhile

Demons at the gate,

For yielding to the bitter leaf,

Even Death can wait.

AuthorDennis Kirschbaum