“A library is many things. It’s a place to go,
to get in out of the rain. It’s a place to go if you want to sit and think. But
particularly it is a place where books live, and where you can get in touch
with other people, and other thoughts, through books. If you want to find out
about something, the information is in the reference books — the dictionaries,
the encyclopedias, the atlases. If you like to be told a story, the library is
the place to go. Books hold most of the secrets of the world, most of the
thoughts that men and women have had. And when you are reading a book, you and
the author are alone together — just the two of you. A library is a good place
to go when you feel unhappy, for there, in a book, you may find encouragement
and comfort. A library is a good place to go when you feel bewildered or
undecided, for there, in a book, you may have your question answered. Books are
good company.” – E.B. White, Writer/Author
I was flying Across the deep And I saw the delicacy Of life Wrinkles on the faces Of the old So pure they glistened Like awards The joy of children Running with abandon Their laughter ringing Like chimes in the wind I saw the soft moving waves Across the sea And the trees releasing Their rainbow leaves Birds joined me on my flight And I saw the surface of their wings Adorned with patterns Glorious and unfurled I saw the tears of the sad And the smiles of the glad The suffering in mourning And the celebration of birth As I descended toward the ground Slowly, slowly, softly I saw the gentle grass of the field And smelled the fresh earth It was a perfect landing © 2018 Timothy Moody
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