Do You Believe in God?

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I brewed a cup of green tea
Wielding the tea bag like
A censer, sending wafts of
Prayer to some circle of heaven.
Time slipped through my left hand
Mudra, the tea blossoming into
Bitter orange the colour of my
Jumper. I hope the salt you still
Pour by the entryway keeps
Whatever needs to stay in in and
Whatever needs to stay out out.
I hope you are here, in this inner
Sanctum of shared flickering.