“Study the bible”

Beneath a quiet morning light,  
I turn each page with steady hand,  
Ancient words in black and white  
Bloom new again, as promised land.  

The Psalms rise gentle as the dawn—  
A shepherd’s song across the years,  
Ecclesiastes sighs, withdrawn,  
With wisdom salted by its tears.  

Between the lines, a voice is heard—  
In tangled name, in burning bush,  
A comfort found within the Word  
That calls me to be still, and hush.  

Each parable, both grain and seed,  
Falls soft upon a searching heart;  
I read of love in thought and deed  
And find the place where stories start.  

Prophets thunder, poets pray,  
Disciples stumble, then believe;  
Their struggles bloom along the way  
So every seeker may receive.  

And so I study, slow and true,  
The Bible open on my knee;  
Each verse a pathway leading through  
To faith, to hope, to mystery.

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