Reading Lesson by Elizabeth B. Rooney
What shall I write, my Lord?
Write about me.
What shall I tell them, Lord?
Tell them how beautiful I am.
But that's been written already, Lord.
In the sky.
In the pine needles under my feet,
In granite and sand,
In all of the sparkle and shine
Of your world.
I know, Child,
I wrote the book.
Tell them to look.
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