the sage said: we are all books

in the great library of god.

/he was a bookish person/

one asked: does he ever

take us out?

we spend our years as a tale that is told.

the sage said: his will be done

in the library as it is elswhere.

one asked: but perhaps

he is only interested in first editions,

not in reprints, abridgements, strip cartoon

or other adaptations?

the sage said: his love speaks volumes.

he is a speed reader. he is no respecter

of bestseller lists.

he suffers the little magazines to come unto him.

some hoped their jackets would be clean

and well pressed when the call was heard,

their loins girded about and their lights burning.

god thought: i wrote all the books,

now they expect me to read them.

d. j. enright /the word/