The Voices in the Library

the library used to be a place of quiet,
where a soul could meditate in solitude amidst stacks of books.
Today the library is full of souls,
that are rude, noisy.
They battle with the concept of self control.
Two teens argue loudly and library staff does not calm them,
the man who talks aloud to himself everyday is here, but not alone;
as we hear the range of voices within him it is clear,
when you take the fear of God out of knowledge,
you are left with the fear of the godless.
Today, I am thankful that I am able to meditate within my soul,
on the God who created us to understand that love is not rude,
and does not demand its own way.

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