God’s Library – a poem

Thanks to poet Gary Margolis for sharing this library-related poem.

God’s Library

You wouldn’t mind dying
if you could assume
on that first heavenly night
you’d awake in God’s
library. Each star a book.

Each fire. And there’d be
more than enough time
to browse the sky, to sit
in a soft chair and read
a few opening words.

Before you dozed.
Before you realized
where you were.
And you could check out
a book for the better part

of eternity. Use the moon
as a bookmark.
Write in the margin,
if there was an image,
a thought, you never wanted

to forget. If God was
the universe’s librarian.
Who didn’t mind you
sleeping on the floor
in the stacks. Who didn’t

need you to look up,
Books To Read
On The First Night
Of Your Death.
Assuming your loved ones

had said all their prayers.
Were beginning to sort
through your things.
Finding, book after book,
long overdue.

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