It's a good book, said the man next to me as if he sensed my 'should-I-take-it-or-leave-it' contemplation...
Oh, yes it was!
This past week presented me with much waiting reading-time while waiting to pick up my daughter at basket-ball try-outs, for hubby at Dr. appointment, or while he cleaned out the trailer yesterday before we visited his mother...a good book allows these times to crawl, fly by;0)
The Tin Flute is one of those books where I could easily have highlighted pages at a time; a book that evokes in the reader a kinship with the humanness of us all...
My love, if truth were not withheld
And touch would melt this wall of skin
Exposing that want-world within
Where prayer and people-passions meld
Eye-witness with unspoken things
And all those words we cannot find
Would leave the hideout of the mind
To spell with sight its beckoning
Then tell me love, if we could trace
The hunger-pangs of heart and soul
That it seems nothing can console
And disappointed love would face
The truth, withheld in walls within
Where chasms gape between the hearts
Of very hands we hold, thought’s parts
Inept to penetrate this skin
Would we do any better then
If we could see, or would the years
Of practicing dry, silent tears
Beg for these walls of skin again?
© Janet Martin
Looks interesting, nothing better than a good book at those times...might borrow?:)
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DeleteIt looks like my library has it! Thanks for the recommendation.
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