Book of Truths
A book like no other, judged by its cover
Gold leafed leather, gilt edged silky leaves, scarlet ribbon
Shape, size, feel, smell, packaged to importune emotion,
Kingly anachronistic language vests it apart with
Something ancient, magisterial, revered substance
Landscape of exotic Titles, Names, Books, Verses,
Messages marshalled, arrayed, displayed
In solemn procession monarchs, potentates
lords temporal and spiritual granting audience
Styled to awe, intimidate reason, pre-empt deliberation
Draw near, Bow, Fall prostrate, Hear, my People,
The Word of your Lord.
Imagine all the truths we might now hold
Had we, all our lives, been told––
"God is poetry, and Shakespeare's work
is God's testament to mankind”.