Poetic Verses
Father's Bible
I retrieved my father's Bible
Which had not seen use in years
And as I brushed away the dust
My eyes filled up with tears.
Because he died so long ago
When God called him away
After which, I put it on a shelf
Where it was until today.
I gently thumbed through pages
Some attached by tape and glue
And reminisced about the time
That Bible looked brand new.
After which, I started to reflect
On what it meant to me
To watch him as he read that book
What a precious memory.
Then I began to wonder if
I ever could attain
A semblance of his loveliness
Now on a higher plane.
But my father's Bible heartens me
To at least give it my best
If only to be half the man
For whom my life was blessed.
Which had not seen use in years
And as I brushed away the dust
My eyes filled up with tears.
Because he died so long ago
When God called him away
After which, I put it on a shelf
Where it was until today.
I gently thumbed through pages
Some attached by tape and glue
And reminisced about the time
That Bible looked brand new.
After which, I started to reflect
On what it meant to me
To watch him as he read that book
What a precious memory.
Then I began to wonder if
I ever could attain
A semblance of his loveliness
Now on a higher plane.
But my father's Bible heartens me
To at least give it my best
If only to be half the man
For whom my life was blessed.
