Binding Book
There is a book
That only the dead may know
Displaying man's deeds
For LOVE to show
Many tales are written
Upon its pages
By those who call themselves
Philosophers, sages
Just because its recorded
Doesn't make it so
Even if the powerful
Presents a traceable flow
From the beginning to end
Pages keep being added
Like grandma's doilies
History has tatted
The Book of Life
Records the WORD spoken
The Binding is the thread
Interwoven and broken
Nothing of fear
Can ever come near
This sacred book
No authority
Or stolen power
Can come to look
...without an invitation
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-16-2022
Copyright © Trudy Schrader | Year Posted 2022
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