A Cup Of Earl Grey

I had gone to the tea bin and pulled a bag of Earl Grey.  As I placed it in the cup made by my oldest daughter in her senior ceramics class, I poured in the boiling water.

I sat down at my desk and looked out my office window.  At 7:30 in the morning the shadows of night were racing away as the dawn’s morning rays were gracing the tops of the trees in the early stages of the Fall change.

As I waited for my tea to cool, I thought about what will happen in the next few weeks.  The leaves will change into a kaleidoscope of colors.

Kaleidoscopes are fascinating devices.  Credit goes to Sir David Brewster of Scotland for the word and the device.

There is one element which is essential for the kaleidoscope to work.  Light is the key.

With its assortment of colored pieces of glass and other items light brings the images to the eye of the beholder.  Without light there are no assorted patterns of beauty.

On this planet traversing the cosmos, each human has a unique gift.  The eyes are amazing devices.

Without them the world is a mystery shrouded in darkness. However, how often do we take the time to actually see the world around us?

We live life in a mad dash from sunrise to sunset.  We don’t want to wait for a cup of brewed tea.  We live on instant substances because the day on this planet traversing the cosmos does not have enough hours for our endless pursuits.

Unfortunately, at the end of the road as you look back, how many of these pursuits will be classified as trivial.  Trivia is good for game shows and house parties, but a life built on trivial things is a waste when the kaleidoscope of colors surrounds you each day and night.

Behold the days with the light of the sun.  Look at the azure sky with its dancing clouds.  Gaze at the wonders about you.

At night allow starlight and the moon to open meadows of beauty to your unfiltered gaze. For starlight is the history of creation when the morning stars sang their first song and the cosmic symphony was formed.

Deep within, the mystic chords of memory will awaken if given a chance in this mad world.  Allow your eyes to be the portal to the horizon of the cosmos.

When your eyes close in the sleep of death, may you have absorbed all the beauty of life, the day and the night.  Until that eventuality keep your eyes thirsty for beauty, love, and poetry.  Enjoy your tea every day.

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G. D. Williams       © 2011

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