Sunday, March 28, 2010

Sunday Afternoon Tea

My Heart Can Understand
I do not wish to gather fame or fortune,
I am content with what each morning brings,
My place in life is small and not noteworthy,
I’m happiest among the quiet things.

The garden swing at twilight is my blessing,
The smell of roses and the song of birds…
The pines against the evening sky are patterned
In colors far too beautiful for words.

My house is warm with friends and filled with music,
A favorite book is always close at hand,
A cup of tea, an open fire…daydreaming…
These are the things my heart can understand.
Carol Besset Hayman

I posted this poem a few years ago but it is worth repeating today.  Good thoughts for a Sunday afternoon tea time.  :)

Picture: Nostalgia-Mini:


Anonymous said...

Beautiful. Thanks for sharing.

Much love.

Connie said...

You could have written this poem. It is so much like some your posts.

Mrs.Rabe said...

I wondered at first if you had written this as well....thank you for sharing it Brenda.

Heather said...

I love this poem - I too am 'happiest among the quiet things'!

Vicki in UT said...

Great poem. Do you realize that when your e-mail updates come, the printing is super-imposed on the picture, and is very difficult to read? I end up coming to your site to read it. I wouldn't have a clue what to do about it, but maybe you do. Thanks for a great blog.

Denise said...

And this:

My cat is on my lap and gently purring,
She stretches long, then curls up for a while,
The two of us enjoy this quiet moment -
A gift of simple pleasures makes me smile.

Here's to the sweet, everyday treasure God hides in these moments!

Brenda@CoffeeTeaBooks said...

Denise, I LOVE that extra stanza! :)