An Interlude with a Book
I touched the book
and my mind went up in flames.
The words I read poured out wisdom,
I could barely breathe with the breadth of inspiration.
It was as if I was absorbing the book,
it entered my being and performed its magic.
I was ever so grateful for this replenishing experience,
I mentally thanked the author for being a conduit for this slice of catapulting creation.
Uplifted, refortified,
I closed the book,
placed it reverently on the shelf,
and continued on with the tasks of the day.
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Tue 23rd May 2023 09:05
Thank you Hélène.
The amount of sheer hard work which goes into the writing of a book, be it fiction, reference or whatever, deserves recognition.
Here on my left I have shelves full of books I've collected over the years, into which I sporadically-yes-delve!
One of them is quite an old copy of "Travels with a Donkey in the Cévennes" which helped inspire my backpacking trip along the Loire Valley a decade or so ago.
I'd consider my life much impoverished without such books.