...and counting...

12/26/2002

 
Thoughts on Humility
from 4/8/'02

I am not the library.
I am not a book.
I am not a chapter.
I am not a paragraph
a sentence, or even a word.
At best I am a jot or tittle.
I cross my I and dot my T.
I can be overlooked,
skimmed over or even marked out.
But I can be part of something.
Part of words
becoming sentences.
Sentences filling pages.
Pages filling books.
Books filling shelves
and readers being filled with
love,hope, faith and joy
and being rescued
from dusty reading rooms
of dead language, forgotten thoughts
and unintelligible jibberish.
I can be part of what happens
when the author tells a story.