Some Sundays

By John Blase | July 16, 2012 |
Not always, but some Sunday afternoons you can
hardly find a parking place in front of the library.
This phenomenon is as reassuring as August rain.
You march inside and the joint is jumping with saints
of varying pedigree eyeing the spines of writers.
If you listen closer than the quiet you can hear the
patrons’ prayer those sometime Sunday afternoons:
Fill us with glory, shape us with gradualness. Amen.
 
 

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4 Comments

  1. mike graves on July 16, 2012 at 1:41 pm

    Jai Guru Dev

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  2. consolationofmirth on July 16, 2012 at 8:14 pm

    I don’t think I’ll ever step into a library, or bookstore again without noticing the the bookish saints, “eyeing the spines of writers.” I like that a lot.

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  3. Bill on July 18, 2012 at 10:37 am

    Beautiful. And I’m supposing the library is a metaphor.

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