And may God Bless you all. I am looking forward to this Sunday. It is the Eve of Christ's birthday. Imagine what a celebration they are having in Heaven right now!
Anyhoo, this is a poem I wrote only a few days ago, about books and reading:
Books
Its life is on its own pages,
It is full of love and sometimes hatred,
It whispers into my ears whenever I sleep,
It calms my fears whenever I weep.
I call it a friend, because it can be so dear to me.
But sometimes not, sometimes it is too free.
It can hurt me deeply, or love me true,
It can tell me things of old or new.
It can be so light, but so heavy at times,
It can rust like an old fence, or it can shine.
It can tell me the truth, or lie in my face,
It can spit me out or it can embrace.
It is full of fear, but can be full of safety,
“Read me now!” it always tells me.
It can have such evil, such hatred which is sin,
But it always has good in it, and the good always win.
(( - At least, I wish, in some books, that good would always win...))
It holds onto time,
I am proud to call it mine.
It lifts so high or drops so low,
It can begin so fast and end so slow.
I love to hear its wrinkling, the turn of its pages,
I can see its worlds, its life, love, and faces.
I love to feel the smoothness of its cover against my palms,
It breathes in my face when I open it and grips my arms.
I hold it tight as I travel through its mountains and hills,
Passing along Castles and houses and mills.
I fly through its clouds; soar through its sky,
Walk inside the dark forests, or climb the rocks so high.
I battle against the strongest knights,
Defeat all enemies in the evil fights.
I enter the Palace doors, and bow before the King,
As he takes my hand and kisses my ruby ring.
I walk among dryads, ride upon centaurs,
I sit in the breeze and stare at the wavy shores.
I walk in the moonlight, and sniff the cool air,
But I must remember my duty,
for life is not always as peaceful and fair.
I can be a fairy, or a knight, or I can sit and be a royal Queen,
I can be a horse, or the dog of a prince, or even a magic bean…
I can be a wizard, I can be a dwarf, or I can be a man or an elf,
I can be an evil, evil villain, or I can just be myself!
I could be the wizard Merlin, and fight against wrong,
I can be King Arthur! And rule and sit upon my Throne.
I can be Aragorn, the King of Gondor,
Or I can be the steward, Denathor, and always want more.
I can be the Black Prince of the Ink world, with his big fuzzy bear,
I could be Dustfinger the fire-eater! Or his pet marten, with all the hair.
I can dream of Narnia, and be Queen Susan the Kind,
Or I could be Queen Lucy the Valiant- the magic wardrobe she did find.
I can be Sherlock Holmes, and solve the most mysterious cases,
I can be Doctor Watson, and look for mysterious faces.
I can be Phileas Fogg, and travel the world in only eighty days,
Or I could be his servant, Passepartout, “Wi, monsieur.” He always says.
I could be Ness the Irish lass, who was captured by the proud Beorn,
Or I could be the evil crew, and blow the Viking horn.
I can be the smart Artemis Fowl, and know almost everything,
Or I could be Holly Short, with fairy gold to bring.
I can be The Thief Lord himself, and run from house to house,
I can be Bo or Hornet, or even the theatre mouse.
I can be as smart as Kim, with her radio and key,
Or I could be as wise as Mark, her fiancé.
I can be Elizabeth, and stop the mother from being rude,
Or I could be Mr. Bennet… “And yet, I am unmoved!”
I can be the detective, Miss Marple, and go about my business,
Or I can be the detective, Monsieur Poirot- always restless.
I can be Obi-Wan Kenobi, a most powerful good Jedi,
Or I can be a creature, an Ewok, who are quite shy.
I could be Nellie Oleson, and put on a show,
Or I can be Laura Ingalls, and marry Almanzo.
All these places, all these things,
All this fantasy, and that it brings,
Faith, and hope and love,
Rivers and dreams and birds and doves.
All confined each in one book, a story that tells it all,
Like my life, the pen never stops in my mind, even if I fall.
All upon something so light, something so shiny and so thin,
All is written, all has stayed, …all is kept within.
God Bless! Have a Merry, Merry, Merry, Blessed, Blessed, Blessed, CHRISTmas!
Pax Christi tibi,
-T- |
