The Testament

January 21, 2009
By Ashley Nabors PLATINUM, Lubbock, Texas
Ashley Nabors PLATINUM, Lubbock, Texas
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Oh, that day of such great joy
Resting upon a crowded shelf
Who would have thought that such a small boy
Would have such a passion for betterment of self.

After nearly a week of constant use
I found myself facing my first true test
The cold hard ground was only minor abuse
But the boy’s needy soul would never rest.

As the years passed by my wares became apparent
My pages had become faded, battered, and torn
Yet my master gleamed with changes far from transparent
While I was a Testament of sacrificial scorn.

The author's comments:
I saw an old bible belonging to my teacher's great grandmother lying on his desk after he returned from his grandmother's funeral. It was so worn that it almost fell apart when you touched it. It inspired me to write the poem, The Testament, as it represented the faith of my ancestors and that of my immediate family.

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Sid said...
on Feb. 5 2009 at 3:46 am
Wow! A Very Moving Poem that made me revisit my youth.

Thank you for a very nice writing style!

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