The Book

verse Myriads of unknown promises are stilled, collecting dust on a bedside shelf. Still, they remain God’s sacred, holy voice. Life’s biggest mysteries resolved therein. The Living Word, Jesus Christ, written down - infused words misused, disused, refused, The finest cowhide leather cover made, its binding holds truth by the volume - truth bound (restrained) only by sheer neglect. written 6 Sept. 2012 revised below Truth Bound by Neglect canzonetta Bearing the laws once carved out in stone there lies a treasure, safe on my shelf. Countless promises, most yet unknown, are found in this book like ore in a delf, unopened, unmined - its knowledge I postpone. Gathering dust, this idol, my "golden calf" catches my eye but I leave it alone. Blessings buried, how the devil must laugh. Durable leather, skillfully sewn, intricate artwork, many a graph, elegant gilding, the author disowned. Bare truth that can part the wheat from the chaff, songs that could lighten heartache's sad drone, message of hope written for mankind's behalf, but bound by neglect, its mercy cannot atone. Blessings buried, how the devil must laugh. revised 25 March 2015