A Book is like a Misty Mountain

A book is like a tall misty mountain: 

Its heights covered at first, 

   in its clever way of concealing

      its plot in cloud;

Revealing only slowly its distant colour:

   strong, majestic, 

      towering in its power to move me.

Perhaps, if could I move mountains, 

   simply by believing,

I could tell a book, simply by its cover:

And know a truth, I could not know 

   by reasoning,

      but, by faith's own fathoming, alone: 

In a book is truth greater than words.

Poem from a Sequence:

A Rain of Booklight
Part 1  # 29

© Judith Evans Deverell, 2014

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