Between the Covers
Listen here. YouTube Life is a Bible. Outside, leather-bound, creased like valleys carved by time, worn smooth by hands that needed answers long before they had words for their questions. On the front— Holy Bible. Not just a title. Not just gold letters. But a cry. A longing. Stamped deep enough to last a lifetime. A reminder that somewhere in these pages— there’s my directions home. I flip to the table of contents, and wonder if my life has one. Would it list beginnings… betrayals… wars fought in silence? Would joy be a Psalm— short, melodic, gone too soon? Would warning be a prophet’s voice— fire spilling from his mouth? There’s a space for my name— scribbled in childhood handwriting, crooked, innocent, a little girl wanting to believe, she belonged in the story. And there’s a tree. Roots in Eden. Branches heavy with apples and nuts— fruit sweet enough to nourish, shells hard enough to break me. Wisdom and foolishness, growing side by side. I learned young— one bite can bo...