Books

“Do books – now”, the message crisp,
“Shift books from bottom of the list;
The section you are now in, son,
Is biz for real – the rescue’s done.

“So now it’s time to buckle down,
With feet set firm upon the ground;
Brief glance about the inner field,
‘Play ball’, look up, no time to yield.”

Like shift from math to calculus,
It’s much the same for all of us,
Except this time it’s all flux,
Dynamics flow like oozing puss.

“It’s into that primordial mess
That you’re assigned, but non-the-less,
You’re living there but up above,
Dyslexic-like, midst push-and-shove.

“So buckle down and tie right in;
Just go – I’ll show – you can begin,
Then take each step, I’ll lead the way,
We’ll have some fun each coming day.

“Don’t focus on the things that spook,
Or think about the current group;
Just walk the walk, you’ll be okay,
And holds My hand – I’ll lead the way.”

Okay. Thanks, Lord.

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