hand cradles Bible
billowing words
updrafting multi-coloured parachute of love
lifts us up into his world
of convicted care
book held firmly spine traversing
life-line
and he paces our reality
our level
our fraying
carpet
long strides journeying and arm reaching
to elusive uneasy truth
still cradling close to the heart
the word not as a weapon
or tightly bound static box
but
open
giving
lovely
fabric of life
