The Written Word: Revisited.

 

Here, 2002.

Here, I am in paradise,

Instant comfort and perfect joy

Consume my soul.

A serenity of surrounding

Captivates me.

Here, I sigh as I take it all

In and remember once again

The pleasure of this haven, I love.

Here, it's as if lives, ideas, worries,

Hopes and dreams meet

On hold.

Philosophers compromise,

Poets and critics agree,

Artists and scholars pause,

Politics and religions breathe,

They agree to disagree,

Welcoming any inquiring minds

And all hungry souls.

Here, I see worlds open before

My inquiring mind,

My hungry soul,

I find myself.

Here,

Stories of art,

Of love,

Of war,

Of hate,

Of beauty,

Of God,

Of language,

Of life

Are complete with a grande vanilla latte,

Here, in the bookstore.

We're sorting through a massive stack of plastic tubs, a.k.a. our childhood memories, books, pictures, all those items that we'd like to put in that large storage closet we do not have.  I found a folder full of all my papers and writings from college.  So, in the name of not forsaking these words... Oh Dr. Cotton would be so proud.