This is my Bible.

This is my Bible.

I took it to Milford on Sea.
Why?
Because time at God’s feet, learning about David against Goliath,
Led the next day to my own victory.
This is my Bible,
Given by my American housemate Moses, in Lesotho, 2014,
As I stepped into a church in a cinema in Maseru,
Eyes wide open,
To the previously unseen.
This is my Bible, 
Removed from my bag in a hostel in Beijing,
In 2015, the first time I read from John’s gospel,
After being fooled by a pretty young thing.
This is my Bible, 
Inside the front cover there’s a vision drawn in pen,
Received on an Arabian work trip, 2016,
From a godly Colombian wife,
Of one of God’s many mighty men.
This is my Bible, 
The wind blew that vision into the sea,
Jumped up from the beach while reading Revelation,
The sodden paper rescued,
Without blemish,
Miraculously.
This is my Bible, 
From which recently, Royston Costa tissues had to wipe away,
The rotten banana from the bottom of my bag,
Within which my Bible, buried, was bathed.
This is my Bible which reminds me daily that;
I am,
By God’s grace,
Like this, here, my Bible,
Saved.

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