A tiny hand pats
the pages of
an open Bible
laying there:
"Daddy, what’s this?"
A youthful thumb
searches eagerly
for just the place
where it says
The Book of...:
"Look, my name’s in here!"
A stronger hand
holds the Bible up
and open wide
so as to read aloud:
"Thus says, the Word of
God."
A weathered finger
bent and knobby
points to the words
as eyes follow along:
"Basic instructions before
leaving
earth."*
Better than breadcrumbs,
thank you for directions
to get back home.
*B.I.B.L.E.
John 14:2-3
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