A book is like a well of water . . .
A force of scripted life to draw from:
A wide oasis found, artesian rising,
Crystal lit in pools of unravelling thought
A quenching dream, clear flowing deep,
A cup of wealth into which I dip;
Water into wine its unveiled surprise
Captured life, and its gift of inner joy in me
Poem from a Sequence:
A Rain of Booklight
Part 1 # 31
Part 1 # 31
© Judith Evans
Deverell, 2014
The
Bookmark Project
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