Poem: Too Many Books
Too many books
Not enough readers
Too many poems
Not enough heeders
You say you want answers
You say want leaders
You pray for salvation
At the Church of St. Peter
Ask for forgiveness
Ask and repent
Ask for an ending
To ongoing Lent
Something like calm
Something like grace
Something to cure
The whole human race
The whisper of magic
We desperately seek
Ready to welcome
The strong and the meek
Find it on paper
Find it on air
Find it forever
Right now and right here
Too many poems
Too many books
Too many lost souls
Don’t know where to look
