Of Reading

by Hännah Schlaudt

A life in time demands limitation,
A choice of one good over another.
So many words to read, words you must know.
Pick now; tomorrow is no surety.
Which words shall I read, and dwell with now?
Stacked around me, my books are tower’d walls
Insulation from thoughts my own (flattened
By one-angle sight). Useful? Is that all we
Measure this endeavor by? We are lost
If the mad press of time and standards
Strangle the pure delight of stories; worlds
Tumbling open for eager minds and hearts
Hungry for revelation, glory loose
In Adam’s inheritance; steward this.

Hännah Schlaudt, Junior Editor of Quad Magazine, is learning that the King likes to laugh.

4 Comments

  1. Amazing! This is real poetry, and I love it!

    “Hungry for revelation, glory loose
    In Adam’s inheritance; steward this.”

    Sweet. Thanks for sharing!

  2. Excellent, excellent quote. Sometimes I take a look at those vast bookshelves of mine and I can only say: “There isn’t enough time!” Factor in all those great books which aren’t in my bookshelf, and the tragedy is heightened. Am I crazy for hoping that there’s a cozy library somewhere up in Heaven, and an eternity to catch up on all that reading? 🙂

    Realistically, of course, the Vision of God will satisfy all those yearnings. All beauty, knowledge, and joy in books is just a tiny, tiny glimpse of Him.

    But while my life lasts, I’ll be keeping a set of pages bound between battered covers in my hand. 🙂

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