Words to Live by

Each night, I read them again,

the words underlined long ago by a shaky hand.

The crêpe thin pages fold at the corners,

and smell ever so slightly of mould.

The leather binding has peeled off,

exposing the book’s spine.

“For I know the plans I have for you.”

 

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