A Book is like a Looking-Glass

A book is like a looking-glass . . . 

   for me a mirror lake of tears un-shed  

A viewing thing of inward silver:

By its light I see the inside story

   of myself . . .

I look for peace, 

But see my heart’s own insecurities

   reflected back at me instead . . .

But, safe, joyous in another’s fantasy

   in storied freedom, all is without fear!

And yet, fear, what has it to offer peace

   if not experience of its own wealth:

      its own wisdom fathomed;

So, why flee, my soul, the spot you see?

Fear returns me great riches, 

   far beyond any peace could ever give! 

Poem from a Sequence:

A Rain of Booklight
Part 1  # 30

© Judith Evans Deverell, 2014

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