After a Visit to the Library

    it’s an enigma, a choice as ponderous as the lion or the tiger— which book to read, where shall i invest my time, what pages will engage my mind and heart, and suppose I select the wrong book, a book that need to be returned in fourteen days , new books with long lines of people pacing and waiting for their chance 

    both are lofty excursions, both have bibical moorings, both dip their ink in ancient questions and ask for patience as they plumb the depths of human life and faith

    shall i read both at the same time and allow characters to shape shift, leave their page to take up residence in another story

   that’s an open question with no definitive answer, no response to my quandary