Free-diving headlong into books,
A studied act of co-creation,
So seeing through the other's eyes,
Placing their tongue upon your breath,
You build the worlds they sketch.
You greet their take on man.
You see a glimpse of them:
Their hope their faith and wanderings
Through this same puzzled life.

Shopping in a nowhere store,
A far gone world beyond a screen,
Silent in its ever weighty expansion,
Until I hear the chatter of a far away tongue,
Perfect strangers who have given words,
For me to weigh and test their worth,
To hasten my departure from this realm,
My pockets sitting higher in my trousers.

What a gift it is to see,
To watch the world,
To look with glee,
This beauty bursting before me,
Imposing truth on mind unfurled,
A looking glass to hands unseen,
Assuring me of my Lord's long plea,
To know him and his handiwork,
To see that He's forever good,
To humble eyes and gaze anew,
To look long on Him and not avert.