Where in my book I stop
and think that place I mark
Where I found the worded
jewel I pause and wait
Let life hold for me that
flash of light I found there
Till faith wrests in me
that thing of rhythmic gold
And with it wreathes a
ring around my questing soul
Poem
from a Sequence:
A
Rain of Booklight; Part 2,
‘The Placemark
Poems,’ # 1
© Judith Evans
Deverell, 2014
The Bookmark Project
The
Bookmark Project
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