Books

from Mary Oliver: (Blip #2,800)

Wherever I’ve lived my room and soon the entire house is filled with books; poems, stories, histories, prayers of all kinds stand up gracefully or are heaped on shelves, on the floor, on the bed. Strangers old and new offering their words bountifully and thoughtfully, lifting my heart.

But, wait! I’ve made a mistake! How could these makers of so many books that have given so much to my life - how could they possibly be strangers?