Monthly Archives: January 2014
Old book, old book someone deemed you worthy to be kept. Maybe someone dreamt of you while they slept. What untold wisdom, tales or knowledge do you bear? You’ve got a story, a piece of history, to tell. Your fragrant pages, cover and binding are coated with sweet smelling dust, the token of maturity. What truths do you contain? Where are you from? Why are you here? Some might say, you’re only an old book, a relict of yore. But you’re full of pulsing life, waiting to be discovered, like unchartered waters, a continent unexplored, like newly found planets, a pirate’s secret hoard. Waiting for a friend who’ll love and cherish and keep you forever.
The biting wind has made my ears go numb. No sound escapes from Winter’s freezing spell which makes the country silent, grey and dumb. Behind the weathered, leafless oaks a dell I’m heading for to ‘scape the silent cold. The dale dips down below the fields now bare, where beech trees stand around since days of old. They’re gnarled and bent as if in silent prayer, reminding me to ask not hills for help, but cry out desperately to God to rescue me from Winter’s aches and chills, his healing hands to hold this heart down trod’. And when I looked again, Winter’d withdrawn, God’s joyful Spring arrived with blessèd dawn.
Chastity unwed to Charity begets Hypocrisy