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Brady Eichelberger
Poems
May 2016
Library of the Lord
As I grow in age,
I start to realize,
Every day is like a page,
To be read by only one’s eyes.
Every chapter holds a meaning,
Whether implicit or explicit,
Gleaming or demeaning,
Only one can judge it.
The binding holds it all together,
And each staple is a friend,
Making it impossible to weather,
And impossible to bend.
Every book is constantly refined,
Too expensive to afford,
And perfectly aligned,
In the library of the Lord.
Written by
Brady Eichelberger
Grand Forks, North Dakota
(Grand Forks, North Dakota)
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