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Topic: Reading (01/25/07)
By Kenn Allan
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And balmy breezes haunt my room by pushing drapes aside
To whisper nightmares in my ear with warm and sultry breath—
Then drift away in light of day
Like harbingers of death.
It was upon a night like this not very long ago;
I stood in contemplation of the courtyard far below,
My restless mind could not ignore the passing of the breeze,
While dry leaves swirled, decayed and curled
Amongst the dying trees.
I cast a prayer against the sky beseeching peaceful sleep,
It echoed back to reassure my soul the LORD would keep;
And so I paced the weathered floor of my nocturnal plight—
The creaks and groans of age bemoans
The passing of the night.
"Enough!" I cried in fearful rage. "Before all reason fades,
I must escape this wretched trap from which sweet sleep evades."
So from my nightstand I retrieved a heavy iron key
Kept in the drawer which fits a door
Few others ever see.
The mechanism of the lock protested my intrusions,
Then fell aside with rusty shrieks, removing all preclusions;
Holding high my bedside lamp, I climbed the spiral stairs—
Though nearly blind, I vowed to find
Diversion from my cares.
The narrow steps abruptly end outside a rounded room
Where ideas flicker in delight and wisdom cuts the gloom;
On sturdy shelves around the walls, my cherished books were spread,
Crammed with notes and lifted quotes,
But mostly still unread.
My senses started spinning from the churn of twisted plots,
The lure of musty leather, and the tang of virgin thoughts;
I scanned the volumes carefully, deciding which to keep—
What might I find to fill my mind
And coax my soul to sleep?
I saw within my lofty reach a abstruse book of verse,
Espousing deep philosophies in which I could immerse;
As I reflect upon the mire, my face is seldom shown—
These words impart the poet's heart
But speak not of my own.
Undaunted by my failed attempt, I searched the shelves again
And found upon a gritty shelf the crude affairs of men,
Where justice flew on angry fists and sins repaid in kind—
A darker place, devoid of grace ...
A world best left behind.
Perhaps a romance could entice my passions to be stilled,
But found amongst the pages expectations unfulfilled;
Stories steeped in pleasure and served up like hemlock tea—
My heart denies those lustful lies
Of love which cannot be.
I settled in to search all night when something caught my eye—
A glint of gold beneath the dust of something shelved too high;
It was the Bible I once loved, neglected since my youth—
I dared to peek and thereby seek
God's everlasting truth.
I found His gentle wisdom no mere human could contrive,
His righteous sense of justice in which virtue can survive,
The love and peace the LORD bestows on aging fools like me ...
I searched no more, secured the door,
And threw away the key.
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