Father’s Bible

Life lies dormant.

Salvation writhes between closed pages.

Aged, old of fathers’ past,

“Obsolete,” accuse the ignorant.


Red words bleed between the lines,

Of promises aged, old

Sworn by a Father of no beginning.


Thick, shimmery leaves

Opposite loosed, leather binding.

Tattered from a history of love.


A name worn from its face

Declares value to treasuring fingers.

Aged, old, now gone.


Slipped form limbs and belligerence

To a world promised

Sworn by a Father of no genesis.

Composed for Gooseberry Garden weekly poetry challenge.

Image borrowed from: http://ourjourneywestward.com/tag/nature-journals/

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