My Cup of Tea Is Half the World
My cup of tea is half the world;
the other half is yours.
At friendship's table they are joined,
undoing every curse.
Without the opening of the lid
the seeing eye is blind;
without each voice the silence hides
the face of humankind.
I write, a pen held in my hand;
it is not half enough --
but when we join our hands to write,
justice is our brush.
Justice is before all first
except for only one:
justice is the shining moon
to friendship's burning sun.
For friendship is the heart of love
and justice is its child;
the time will come when justice reigns
through friendship running wild.