The Books Of Life

Endless volumes of books were written;
with many more, yet to come;
yet; many truths still remain hidden;
all of history; turned into one.

Everyone has their own story to tell;
their personal story of life;
their every success and every hell;
the drama cuts like a knife.

A library of thought, holds every word;
no secret can ever remain;
from the benign; to the most absurd;
every human thought, germaine.

Some actions and thoughts appear outrageous;
although, each one has a purpose;
only those, among us, most courageous;
ever delves deep neath life’s surface.

The books of life represent all of reality;
all written in invisible ink;
more than give hint of life’s duality;
God and creation; in sync.

The book of life contains all thoughts’ media;
including all words, uttered in vain;
countless volumes, in one encyclopedia;
volumes of victory; and those of shame.

The books of life will never be completed;
they speak of a history ongoing;
unending volumes of evil, defeated;
while truth and love keep growing.

Monty 6/18/24. # 2,163