The bookmark which inspired the poem.
The burnished angel
keeping vigil
over these Sacred Pages,
pointing toward history,
craftswomanship,
the details that
beautify even as
they obscure
A grander outline
peeking from the edges
yet in plain sight
All. This. Time.
The bookmark in ink - looks like an angel.
Grant me eyes
to see the divine
standing in physicality
bearing the marks
of human hands
with acceptance –
Arms wide open.
Vulnerable and willing
to give its form
to human hands,
and minds,
and souls.
Branding them in kind
with the Fire
of immortality.
November 2021