Holy Books

Everything’s 
a holy book
looking for
a page turner.

Every day’s
a bookmark
rising to hold
a place in the book.

Every time
that spine is cracked
it’s the first time
it’s ever bent. 

Every now and then
someone comes with a crayon
and disgfigures a book
but it hardly matters.

Every ruined book
is a good book
for someone even if only
as a money maker.

Every mythology
needs a bound edition, 
even if it’s a dead faith
written off in a dead language.

Every time I think of this
I expect to be struck down
by childhood lightning
or at the very least a plague.

But then I realize
that any God I can believe in
has to be a librarian,
there are so many books

to see, and that God
would love them all,
and wouldn’t hate anyone
who can read.