The book was just a dollar
And the packing tape was free,
Yet between its tattered covers
An encoded homily,
A message to transfigure
Souls longing for the key,
Releasing tortured spirits
Hoping to believe.
I read it to the children.
We discussed its terms in depth.
Thank you, Miss O’Conner
I intend not to forget.
I feel somehow I know you
And I wish that it were true.
I feel from having read you
Our hearts beat the same tune.
Copyright 2013, L.L. Shelton
