Teahouse

The Teahouse of the Summer Sun

© 2012 Rolland G. Smith

Beyond the thought of standing still

And wondering what’s held within.

A teahouse blessed by heaven’s trill

Allows the prayerful to begin.

Young trees stand sentry to this place

To grace love’s presence everywhere.

Especially in shadowed lace

When setting sun releases care.

The teahouse is a place of proof

for souls who’ve gone and those who stay.

It blends beneath its raftered roof

A place to think and one to pray.