When the world is all at odds
and the mind is all at sea,
then cease the useless tedium
and brew a cup of tea.
There is magic in its fragrance;
there is solace in its taste.
And then laden moments vanish
somehow into space.
The world becomes a lovely thing;
there’s beauty as you’ll see.
All because you briefly stopped
to brew a cup of tea.
~ Source unknown



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March 2, 2011 at 4:51 pm
Nellie Dee
How Delightful. I love-love-love the poem. How sad that the author gets no credit for such a delightful ode to tea.
April 13, 2011 at 7:17 pm
Wendi Hiebert
Yes, it would be wonderful to know who to attribute the poem to.