My book is beautiful. I see it sitting there, all of it's hundreds of pages beckoning; it's as though it knows I'm as weak as a bird drawn to shiny things in the way that I'm drawn to the hundreds of pages.
The pages are not simply pages, though. They are nearly endless portals to a world with suspense, excitement and sheer, undiluted joy.
Simply looking at the cover makes me wonder... What would it be like to live in this world of harmless fun and beauty? Of love and joy and darkness that is always beaten by goodness?
Life would be easy in there, wouldn't it? The darkness never seems quite as dark when you know that there's light somewhere at the end of the series.
Ah, to live in there, in a world that seems so complicated yet so perfect.
The pages are not simply pages, though. They are nearly endless portals to a world with suspense, excitement and sheer, undiluted joy.
Simply looking at the cover makes me wonder... What would it be like to live in this world of harmless fun and beauty? Of love and joy and darkness that is always beaten by goodness?
Life would be easy in there, wouldn't it? The darkness never seems quite as dark when you know that there's light somewhere at the end of the series.
Ah, to live in there, in a world that seems so complicated yet so perfect.
-In Jesus' Name,
Jelly
This poem reminds me of the Reading Rainbow theme:
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Take a look it's in a book
I can do anything
I can go anywhere....
And then there's a lot more but that is the important part.
And remember kids, take a look it's in a book.