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I pull the dusty well-worn tome
Down from the high shelf in my home
Now blow and scatter all the flecks
As children gather, craning necks..
Anticipation glistens in their eyes
As if a fairground vendor's prize
Is handed down from garish stall
This gift of words that will enthrall
And so to start..
What wonders can this tale impart?
Adventures, battles, dragons, princes?
Escapes from death, to catch our breath
And calls so close the audience winces
A story captures imagination.
Thus passed to friend, then tribe, then nation
Courageous is the human trait
That shines against the odds of fate
Struggles through the moonlight quest
To strengthen, sharpen. To be the best.
A faithful steed to clamber hills..
A trusty blade to fight windmills
Fantastic creatures of the night
That snap and snarl, at ankles, bite
Testing all the pure resolve
To overcome. And puzzles solve.
And in this tale all play their part
Even though a darkened heart
Obstructs and hinders.
Like midnight chimes for fleeing Cinders.
But this, no magic Disney book
No stereotypical pirate Hook.
No flying carpet. No dancing bear.
Yet something special lingers there..
The truth revealed eventually;
Persistence beats adversity
With faithful steps and trusted sword
The sharpness of the purest Word
A wonderous tale to light the eyes;
Giants, snakes, kings and spies,
Angels, villains, light and colour
A story like you've heard no other
So pass to daughters, sibings, sons
This truth the light of many suns
For every generation reaches
Out for Hope this volume teaches
So search the book shelf, reach from high
Prepare to laugh, prepare to cry
Uncover truth of One so bold.
The greatest story ever told.
29th March 2021
Copyright © Christopher Grieves | Year Posted 2021
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