The Almanac and the Bible
The Almanac and the Bible
By: Tom Wright
1/18/02
Upon a shelf, two books, of black and green,
the almanac appeared most freshly laid.
It's cover divulged the service it had seen,
It's yellowish pages being dog eared and frayed.
By the second book, my eye was quickly caught,
being un-mistakenly, the pristine of the two.
It's cover still unbent, as if fresh bought,
It's unturned pages still quite crisp and new.
Holy Bible, was the title, It's binding bore,
I wondered as I wafted the dust away,
Just why the Almanac was read much more,
and curious as to what It's owner might have to say.
He said I acquire much knowledge from this one,
of moon, stars, and signs, that seeds I plant might grow.
I boldly asked if he knew God's only Son,
and watched his eyes well up as he said no.
He related to me a story, of a time when as a lad,
when the Bible was his family's only creed.
About losing the desire that once he had,
but now realized his need to sow, another kind of seed.
He said, I've felt God's presence in the night,
as sleep settled heavy oer my room.
I pondered why my thoughts took flight,
to sinful things and Hell's impending doom.
But forthwith, neath God's wings, from sin I'll hide,
as from a Lion, that daily seeks It's prey.
Being therewith content, forever to abide,
and walking in His shadow every day.
As for this Almanac, I ascertain no need,
but for this unused Bible, no more collecting dust.
It's words and teachings I'll forever heed,
I vow, in God, forever more to put my trust.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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