Sunday, October 23, 2011

Sunday Morning Poetry

pieces of heaven
In the Library

There's a book called
"A Dictionary of Angels."
No one has opened it in fifty years,
I know, because when I did,
The covers creaked, the pages
Crumbled. There I discovered

The angels were once as plentiful
As species of flies.
The sky at dusk
Used to be thick with them.
You had to wave both arms
Just to keep them away.

Now the sun is shining
Through the tall windows.
The library is a quiet place.
Angels and gods huddled I
n dark unopened books.
The great secret lies
On some shelf Miss Jones
Passes every day on her rounds.

She's very tall, so she keeps
Her head tipped as if listening.
The books are whispering. I
hear nothing, but she does.

7 comments:

Amy said...

Oh, I love this one!

christinelaennec said...

Wonderful - angels and books. You can never have too many of either! Thanks, Relyn!

Jeanie said...

Simply perfect!

Marilyn said...

I so glad she hears the whispers.

Jennifer Richardson said...

such a treasure
hidden on dusty shelf
....thanks for tumbling it
into the light
for the sharing
...beautiful share:)
-Jen

Tracy said...

This is DELIGHTFUL! "The books are whispering"...Oh, yes they are! I hear them all the time... :o) ((LOVE & HUGS))

Anonymous said...

Celebrate you and surround yourself
with people that do.

http://jeannesbliss.blogspot.com

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