Sunday, June 9, 2013

The Bible

She sat two chairs up from me
Diagonally across
And on her lap
She read a book

My eyes turning to avert
Became alert
For I recognized the book
That was on her lap

It had seen better days
Yet was much loved
For sticking out from pages
Were notes and bits of paper

As she waited for the Doctor
She read from Titus Chapter 1
It took me to a past
When I had such a book

The crinkle of the paper
The verses underlined
Notes scribbled in the margin
And bits of paper stuck within

Sometimes God still spoke
Though not within the Canon
Hence stick-it notes were needed
To jot His sayings down

And as I reminisced
I heard the paper crinkle
She flicked through pages
Perhaps God had spoken

Another verse was she looking for?
No her nail file
She found it in some battle scene
Within the Old Testament

God now waited
In the waiting room
To speak His word
While her nail she filed

Or perhaps God looked down
And unimpressed
Had spoken
Child do your nails!

1 comment:

  1. I enjoyed the philosphy and then the clipped ending.