You watch the bubbles rise

as water boils;

steam haze sways the air.

Place the Oolong leaves

loosely in the gaiwan jar,

pour the water,

slide on cover.

Slip the lid aside.

Strain tea into your cup.

Place your hands around it,

feel its warmth move through your veins.

In this space 

tastes of layered complexity;

all obligations melt.

Scents of buttery lilies, 

honey, roasted nuts

grant pardon.

In the tea’s vapor

grace and absolution mingle.

Time holds her breath.

You could pray like this.