Tea Cup

At his house
on Sunday mornings
I drink green tea
from a clay cup —
low to the ground
with a wide rim.
Brown and teal raku
calls forth ancient quiet,
a perfect vessel
for tea ceremonies
far removed,
silent Sabbaths,
his welcome refuge.

Poem ©2016, Jen Payne, 24.

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