The Stranger in the Page

God is a book.

A book worth reading.

It is not a long book.

It can be read in one sitting.

It need be read only once.

It need be re-read countless times over.

Every time you read this book,

It is a new book.

Familiar, to be sure,

We recognize the plot,

The theme,

The characters.

As we enter the familiar pages

We are changed

By what is strange.

By the stranger in the page.

I wouldn’t be surprised, if this book was on your shelf.

It’s often on sale at garage sales or used book stores

For a dollar, or less.

Sometimes the book is opened,

And there are no words on any page.

Other times, the words are so jammed in,

That reading is impossible.

Sometimes the plot flows slowly,

gently,

understandably.

Other times, it rips through the pages,

Ripping out the pages.

This is a short poem,

About a short book.

But don’t be fooled.

This book arrives, disguised as your life.

So it will take your life to read,

This one

Short

Book.

The book of your life, the book of divine

Both are eternal. Both locked up in time.