A book is like a soaring bird
If it lifts me up as if on eagles’ wings
It unravels my heart as the twirl of larks
Unlocks that door within that hears it sing
A book is like a silent thermal
If its inner story warms my heart
It pours its life into my inner core
Renews my strength as it lifts me up
Poem from a Sequence:
A Rain of Booklight
Part 1 # 9
Part 1 # 9
(c) Judith Evans Deverell, 2014
The Bookmark Project
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