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Grandfather's Bible
The ground shakes
The mountains tremble
But the little wooden box
Doesn’t move at all
It sits rooted
Never moving
As I slip and fall
On the rocky ground
The earth finally quiets
The rolling hills stop
My fingers are nervous
As I open up the box
Coated with dust
It makes my fingers gritty
But the wooden box lid
Doesn’t squeak at all
Sitting sentry in the box
Is grandfather’s journal
And his worn
Leather bound Bible.
But now duck tape
Covers the spine and
Holds the bookmarks in
For papa always said
‘A bible that is
Falling apart
Often belongs to a
Person that isn’t’
I take it out
And cradle it in
My arms, pulling back
The string to see the pages
Fragile between my fingers
Yellowed with age
Many passages are underlined
Or highlighted
The words swirl
Around me and the pages scatter
As the aftershock hits and
I land on a soft bed of
Psalms.
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I had to write a poetry piece for english class... and so here it is.