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