Once upon a post,
She stood and stared,
Looked out into a valley
Full of bones
And very dry.
“Can these bones live?”
She saw the dark despair of death,
She saw no sign of life, nor breath…
“Can these bones live?”
She did not know, yet dared to hope,
She listened to the Voice that spoke…
“Can these bones live?”
She sensed a power beyond her own,
She knew that she was not alone…
I penned this poem a couple of Saturdays ago, as I pondered the state of reading relationships in our world today. The more I think about it, the more convinced I become that readers are born through relationships.
Relationship breathes life into lifeless texts.
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