Books

I run my fingers over The covers Each one holds a mystery Inside is an unfamiliar Story unfolding in its pages My mind prepares itself For far off places Famous people Unrequited love I can pick a topic And as if by magic There it is before me Waiting for me to open the cover Slowly or quickly The choice is mine To fill my mind with Its message Lord, thank you For giving me the ability To read, The curiosity To wonder, The love of life To appreciate, The treasures Within the pages God bless those who Take the time to create And put down on paper Their messages Good or bad Sweet or sinful Because each one of us Can choose our page And be joyful In the newfound Message. And God bless those who Teach others to read.