Wednesday, April 19, 2017


My next door neighbor brought
a Bible over with lemonade
and homemade oatmeal cookies--
something to sweeten the gift
for someone who thought of
the Bible as a book of myths
Something happened between
the cookies and hikes in the woods
and drives across boundaries--
the myths became real and
interwined  with hammered 
dulcimer music and hymns
strummed on a guitar
Soon I owned a black leather Bible 
and a pen with the thinnest nib
and grew into faith 

April PAD Challenge
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