God Came to Tea

teapot and teacups

God came and sat down with me. I asked God to tea.

God sat there in the kitchen and smiled at me.
But I stumbled and mumbled, afraid just to speak.
It was my invitation, yet how could this be?

I poured God some tea and started to cry.
God patiently waited, but finally asked why.
I couldn’t begin, I was afraid just to start.
What could I say, since God knows my heart?

Do you love me? God asked. But of course! I replied.
Then why won’t you speak to me?
And again, I cried.
I love you, God told me. I know you so well.
But there are things on your mind. Why won’t you tell?

But you know! I replied.
You are God! I cried.
I am just little me and I’m scared.
Don’t you see?

God took hold of my hand in the gentlest way.
God said close your eyes and then try to pray.
I love you so much, so much more than you know.
Talk to me as a friend, just let the words flow.

I don’t seek to control you, I want you to choose.
I want you to love and I want you to lose
the fear that has told you that God is so great
that no one can know God, that Heaven can wait.

For God is right here, God is sipping this tea.
God is talking to you; will you please talk to me?
So I prayed and I talked, soon my eyes opened wide.
God was here drinking tea; God was right by my side.

I’m no longer afraid, not in awe do I stand.
But in love, like a friend. God again took my hand.
Whenever you need me, remember the tea.
Ask me in, sit me down, and then look at me.

Subscribe to dotMagis, the blog of Ignatian SpiritualityI’m your friend, God said.
Don’t hold me in awe.
So I looked in God’s eyes and
there was love that I saw.

About Brenda Sheridan 1 Article
Brenda Sheridan is a registered nurse, specializing in the care of premature infants. She lives on the North Shore of Massachusetts where she is able to take long walks on the beach when she needs time to pray. Brenda is a graduate of Boston College and a parishioner of St. Ignatius of Loyola Church in Chestnut Hill. She completed the Spiritual Exercises there in 2013.

26 Comments on God Came to Tea

  1. Just beautiful! My afternoon cup, designed to get me through the rest of the day, has just taken on a new perspective!
    Thank you, Brenda!!

  2. Such a lovely posting today. Makes me want to make a cup of tea (like in New England) and have a much needed conversation. Thank you, Brenda

  3. This is a beautiful poem, Brenda. As a social worker, I have worked with people struggling with mental illness and drug/alcohol addiction. Many of them talked with me about how they were brought up to believe in a “punishing God.” This poem shows the tender side of God. A God who shows empathy, patience. tolerance and forgiveness.
    I hope you don’t mind if I share this on Facebook.

  4. so very like my experience yesterday/sunday afternoon – sipping tea quietly, by myself. thinking of the last 3 months since my medical scare began, and how it “concluded” just last weekend. realizing that God held my hand throughout. remembering yesterday’s tea time, i wasn’t alone after all……

  5. I cried my eyes when I read this poem and immediately sent it on to my daughters I love it such a beautiful message for us thanks you

  6. God says to us all the time in the air we breathe , in the water we drink , in the produce that is grown for nourishment , and in each other , as His Son says to each of us “Thou Art Loved ” .

  7. Thank you Brenda. I can be called a tea fanatic. I can say prayers but I have trouble praying. Thank you so very much. I saw myself in your poem. God bless you.

  8. Thanks Brenda I had thought of this very poem many times and never got round to putting it to pen and paper. Thanks most uplifting.

  9. Beautiful poem Brenda. I am a Rn also working trying to decide weather to switch from nights to days. I have a family. I work in Sicu. Tried to apply spiritual exercises to make a decision. Still no answer.

  10. God is our friend. Because I love coffee so much, I always have one cup for me and serve one to God. When my twelve year old daughter saw me doing this, she asked me why I was serving 2 cups instead of one. I explained to her the reason and she kept looking at God’s cup to see if he has had any. I told her not to be surprised, because I knew we were having coffee tigether and that it was our time. I have become so used to it that every time I make coffee, I serve one to him.

    Your poem revived my experience! Thank you!

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