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When I complain that I have nothing,
God counts my blessings for me,
to prove that he's given me all I need.
And when I forget why I have it all..
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To those who struggle to hear the steady heartbeat of God.
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Just a collection of snap-shots of times in my life when tea enriched my relationships.
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Two lumps of sugar, a splash of milk, and then pour… that is the way to make a proper cup of tea. But how to drink the tea, to savor each drop ..
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It is 8:00 p.m. on any old night, and I watch my dad fill the teapot with hot water, swirl it around, and pour it down the drain in the sink. I always..
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How do you like your tea?
With milk or sugar? Cream or honey?
What shade of Indian, African, or Hispanic?
I prefer mine smooth and Latino,
While..
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The kettle whistles, and the funny-shaped glass cups fill with rich brown liquid… I’ll need three lumps of sugar and no cream this time&h..
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On a rainy evening in March
I hold my tea cup with both of my hands
Breathing the vapors
of fruit and flowers,
Soaking up the warmth
of the ..
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It’s late at night, and my roommate, Zoe, and I decide we will take a study break and have some tea. As college students, we still have not fall..
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An unpoem in honor of Lewis Carroll...
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