The tea idea all started with not liking garage sales, so first was born the Mother's Day Tea, Botique and Bake sale. Then the Spirit whispered perhaps more teas, this poem was part of the inspiration behind the teas, to gather women together in community, fellowship and devotion.
A Favorite Blend
Grace invited Mercy and Peace
in for a mid-winter tea.
The sisters hug briefly,
peck respective cheeks
before unwrapping layers
of coats and scarves.
The world’s frozen wisdom, flakes off,
melts into puddles at their feet
silent beneath the glow of heaven’s stars.
Spring is a future memory, another season
following the blizzard of earth’s present days.
A spicy cinnamon-apricot aroma wafts
from a floral painted pot.
A lace cloth adorns Graces sturdy table
carved of red mid-eastern cedar.
Mercy’s eyes shine, dance with delight,
she inhales the scent of a life steeping in God,
sweetens with her honey each poured cup.
Peace passes a pitcher of her cream;
stirred thoughtfully into the tea it
mellows both the bitter and the sweet.
Grace smiles benevolently, shares
with her sisters the marvels of divinity.
They drink, sip, praise the blend:
His undying sacrificial love,
a human life savored from the fall.
c. Darlene Moore Berg
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