Living Word
I kept telling myself there has to be more,
to keep reading the same thing was some what of a bore.
I know how the chapters begin and they end,
to say that it moved me would be some what pretend.
Then the pages transformed by some magical power,
giving off a scent of a beautiful flower.
A question then came to me as if out of thin air,
your judging my book...do you think that is fair?
Your favorite books you read cover to cover,
and there's something else that you may discover.
The cards and letters you get from be it lovers or friend,
you'd love to reread until time comes to an end.
The words are not different each time that you read,
I'm trying to make a point and hope to succeed.
You choose what moves you...
choices made from the heart...
my spirit is with you...
so lets make a new start.
P.R.Deremer
Copyright © Pam Deremer | Year Posted 2015
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