The book that came to me #8



Because of the image on my last post, And since I've not yet disclosed, everyone assumed the book that came, was the Bible, the most acclaimed. But that's not the one. that I'm referring to, everyone. The book that came to me was tiny and white. And weighed as much as a feather, so light. Tinier than the palm of my hand. So you can imagine the dimensions it spanned. "You need it more than I do". With such an intriguing sneak preview. Anyway, I later realized. Much to my surprise. I had another copy of that same book. A good six years, but I didn't care to look. My mum had already given me. One such copy, you see. Just like she kept giving me a hundred more. I had a cabinet like a prayer book brochure. Well, I can stretch this a whole lot longer. But, I thinkā€¦

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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