The Book
A book once looked up to find a face
looking at him with an intense interest
and turning his pages with a certain tenderness.
The book marvelled and asked
“Why do you gaze at me with love and curiosity?
I have nothing to offer but dying words and ancient ideas,
would you not do better
to contemplate the sun or study your brother?”
The face answered with a passionate understanding
saying “ you book are my sun
for you bring light to my darkness,
you are also my brother for you commune
with me in my loneliness.
You give me much for your dying
words are my living thoughts and your
ancient ideas are my tomorrows deeds”.
A book once looked up to find a face
looking at him with an intense interest
and turning his pages with a certain tenderness.
The book marvelled and asked
“Why do you gaze at me with love and curiosity?
I have nothing to offer but dying words and ancient ideas,
would you not do better
to contemplate the sun or study your brother?”
The face answered with a passionate understanding
saying “ you book are my sun
for you bring light to my darkness,
you are also my brother for you commune
with me in my loneliness.
You give me much for your dying
words are my living thoughts and your
ancient ideas are my tomorrows deeds”.