A religious woman and her thoughts. Contains religious reference. |
Well Worn Book She is sitting in a chair before the fire With a cup of tea on the small wooden table beside her A tear drop falls from her face Like a diamond shimmering as it falls into her lap On to the small worn leather book that lies there The book has been passed down for many generations Worn by decades of daily use Tenderly she holds the book Stroking the spine and Caressing the pages as she turns them As she reads her beloved book The diamond tears continue to fall Sparkling in the firelight She makes certain no more tears land on the lovely little book The beautiful writings are her most prized possession She reads it every morning and evening Each day she cries as she reads For the suffering of a man beaten on a cross And the hope that it fills her heart with For the friendship that grows stronger with every word She cries for the joy of being loved unconditionally And having a certain and marvelous future And for the wonder of countless miracles But mostly she cries for the amazing beauty and glory of Her God His Son And the ever present Holy Spirit So there she sits like every other day Carefully reading her most precious belonging It is not the book she prizes It is the story The words of hope, courage, love, sorrow, joy and friendship It is the words she cherishes The truth that comforts her |