The Book

Wandering.Aimless.I enter.Smelling the must of vintage bookshorizontally lined across the shelveswith some stacked against the walls.Broken.Searching.Trying to find my way.Filling the voidwith all the thingsother people say.An emptiness aches within.I struggle to find any satisfaction.Then I pick up one of the books,used and faded like me,pages crumpled and torn.The underlineddrawing my attention.I read,God’s grace is…… Continue reading The Book