The Divine

She quietly sits among her sisters,

High upon a shelf.

Teapots, fine China and pottery, made by the potter’s hand.

She be the eldest, from a place called, Vintage land.

Used by the Master at his, command.

Blue, like the sky where birds soar high.

White like the clouds, shapes of all size.

They tell a story of the ancients, long days, gone by!

But listen to the teapot as she sings her lullaby.

I’ve served my master well, filled to be poured out

Flavors of the strongest kind; steeped, to be sipped, as he dines.

Time has no meaning, blessed comfort I shall give…

Throughout eternity, I will abide and live.

To do what pleases the master, in love, and gratefulness

Chosen, created, content to be used, simply for this.

Giving joy to all who use me, one tiny kiss,

Poured out and running over, into the cup of forgiveness.

When you use a teapot choose wisely and you’ll find,

That perfect taste comes only from the one who is Divine.

~Marla Shaw O’Neill April 3, 2025

Ephesians 2:10 King James Version – For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.