Great is he who uses earthenware
as if it were silver
Seneca
I have an old teapot that I picked up at a discount store
It does not share the pedigree of some of the fine pieces
in our china closet
But it makes me smile
It sat on my desk and poured me tea
through some long thankless days at work
And some long nights when the kids were sick
or the world seemed cold
And it still does- quietly prompting me
to write the next word
or dream the next dream.
A simple pleasure
And like most of the good things and people in life
They are there
if you just learn appreciate them
for who they are
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For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
Matthew 6:21
