The Book of Life

It is so frustrating,
To only ever see the part,
The piece, the moment.
I so long to see the whole,
Not just this moment,
Today, here, now.
I am a pen in the
Hand of Life.
I look to see
The scrawl I am making,
And find a senseless mark,
A shape I do not understand.
But as the line goes on
I look and see
A word appearing.
And standing further back,
I see the word within a sentence;
The sentence in a paragraph.
And then, a wonder.
The paragraph is a statement
In a chapter.
And the chapter takes its place
In the Book of Life.

Copyright ©2004 Tony Crisp