-selfish urn
all this time you were boiling
not realising you were actually brewing
and God was making you
tea for the soul
W.E.
will you now serve of yourself
haven’t you received your lot
haven’t you filled your pot
haven’t you understood
all that you got
whilst the world rots
hand picked, sun drenched,
dried and odoured
you’ve been watered
and are now fragrant in
a tea ceremony in God’s plot
He sprouted you
covered, a hidden thing
gave you strength
to break through soil
and touch light
reach and curl to heaven
flower and become pollen
even before pouring from the spout
spreading by the mouth of a bee
falling on far lands
becoming more trees, more tea
spread seed like progeny
and you complain of this little discomfort
this rise in temperature
a scold
punishment not, is all this burning
you’re tea for someone else’s hurt
someone else’s yearning
if all you feel is the burn
it’s time to sip slowly
it’s time for you to finally learn
exerting effort to your affairs
is what you do
but how he decides
is not of your concern
be tea
be light pouring from the urn
-W.E
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