Jaime Montanez Salcedo
The Book - Poem by Jaime Montanez Salcedo
A well of joy, in many various ways
It pleases the thought to its fill of knowledges,
Whether as parchment scrolls, or bound essays,
Spawning hopes to a richest life it pledges.
A creative source for the curious thought,
Unlocking the gateway to enlightenment,
And as a herald to its guidance ought
To be primal force in man's development.
A mediator between the soul and earth,
Partaking the gift of known creation,
The subtle touch of sorrow and mirth,
The realm of truth and of imagination.
A refuge for the intellect of man,
As it portrays his soul the best it can.
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