Gardening
I secretly crave books that are hidden,Kept on a shelf my hands can never reach.I can sense a story just above me,An idea, a thought I never had. If angels have taken such care to place,Splendid books filled with answers to my lifeFar away from my reach and hungry eyes,Should I kneel down and pray or walk away? My blurry eyes can barely see the spine,A title embossed in majestic gold.A planet in front of my telescope,That I cannot ever hope to call home. And so I roam gathering easy […]https://davidjosephwriteshere.wordpress.com/2026/11/13/gardening/
