The bookcases have many volumes.
Every book is on a common theme.
Their words are varied.
They cover many subjects,
but they share a pure message.
At first, I didn’t notice.
Their color and forms
have filled my imagination with light.
As I read them, I learned hope.
Their common thread was shared
by authors from different nations.
The eras they lived were distant.
Today I found their essence.
What they kept hidden has been revealed.
W. Wayne B.
© 2013 W. Wayne B.