My Master had long been
Sewing a blanket for me
It's been darned with words
And sentences, and chapters

Every stitch He made,
Had a heartbeat's length
For truly it is a labor of love
And the pulchritude of wisdom

As the night grew deeper,
I yearned to be covered
By the warmth of knowledge
That only your pages could accord

As these are my company
In a cold and profound slumber
I needn't be hasty
Since learning isn't instantaneous It has to be welcomed
By a receptive mind
Who takes pride in open pages
While stunned by challenges


© Sugar Zedna