"Come to me," the teacher said
To the woman at the well.
"Then your thirst will be quenched, 
Your hunger cease.
Heaven is yours, fear not hell.
Water turns the desert a green hue
Brings new life and makes all things new."
"Long life and good health," the master said
To the Buddhists in Japan,
"Comes from drinking matcha, green and hot,
Then ponder zen like, if you can
The mysteries of human existence
of ying and yang in perfect balance.
In India a visitor is offered
Chai, spicy, milky and steaming.
A welcoming drink that comforts and calms
Conjuring exotic daydreaming.
Chai expresses the Hindu belief
Of sharing, karma and to the needy, relief.
In Britain the national brew
Was tea, strong, hot and sweet.
An afternoon treat of sarnies and scones,
The teapot made the table complete.
A cup of tea, a humble beverage
That cured shock and imbued courage.
Now tea comes in many guises,
Decaf, iced and herbal infusions.
The teapot's redundant, the ceremony gone
As the teabag is dunked with no precision.
The art of the latte and cappuccino perfected
And we become coffee addicted.

Published by poetdoesarun

I started running 16 years ago to help manage anxiety and depression and found the endorphins helped me in another way...to write my sermons for Sunday.... and then inspiration came for poetry. A Christmas present 2017 was a book by Jo Bell, challenging the reader to write a poem a week for a year. This blog showcases these and other poems composed on the run.

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