The Library
Did you ever go to the institution called the Library?
Where quiet is the norm a-la-contrary.
Books in library, any library, are in rows, numbered and tagged aisles.
Where they stand out like a beacon and you can travel to the Hawaiian isles.
Amazing building the library gloomy dimmed aisles and halls.
Shadows beam of the white painted walls.
In the day time a hustle and quiet urgent bustle.
A book waiting for you take, a gold mine found, a hit by the paper rustle.
You can travel to anywhere in the world in the library.
Take a book, study, bingo, presto you are a secretary.
Anything with knowledge is at your fingers demands.
Learning is fun and knowledge is a blessing, understand?
Myself personally, I find shelter in the books, I look at the scope and grandeur.
Books, travel, cook, mysterious, fiction or non-fictional,
I gaze amazingly with wonder.
When I enter, I think, “Where to today? What place today?
There is something in books?
Show me a different and a better way.
So of course me being me, I return again to my Holy Bible.
This has the knowledge, wisdom, love, as I search for my spiritual survival.
I of course have the comfort of knowing that I can learn and travel anywhere.
Even to God’s kingdom searching, looking,
He’ll guide me down those library aisles, and our Lord will get me there.
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