
Ah,
I can’t recall a time when
I didn’t have a book in my hands
and several more close by.
I can be anyone,
go anywhere,
do anything.
I am without limits
when I’m buried in a book.
Reality can be a prison.
Sometimes,
I wish the story wouldn’t end
so I read the book a bit more slowly.
Why, then,
when I’m on the path with Christ
do I rush and hurry
wanting to get “there”
when the gift of strolling
hand in hand with Him
is such a treasure?
Ever notice that it seems
sometimes the journey just stops?
Ever wonder why?
Perhaps it is when He spots a shade tree
and just wants me to curl up
and rest with Him!
By Martha L Shaw – © 3-2-2013
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