Library, A Poem by Linda Straub

Library Poem


We are collectors of years lived,

Stored on invisible shelves

To be counted and remembered;

Decades lined up side by side,

Each volume chosen and examined

As life calls for introspection

And reaffirmation;

A return to who we were,

where we came from,

and lessons learned.

A few moments immersed

Into the chapters of our past

Lift the fog of forgetfulness,

And the fragments of our divided selves

Reassemble into the infinite divine.

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