As If My Hands

AS IF MY HANDS

What was it he said on page seventeen
Of his "Reader" which I held in my hands?
Why should I hear it more as an echo
Than something profound from his pen?
It's only a statement
Mere words on a page
A visualization of thought,
Nothing more than a personal truth.
Yet of all five hundred and fifteen pages
This one echoes the loudest again and again
Within my thoughts,
As if something profound from his pen.
As though it were not only a truth within him
But also within myself.
It's something I've felt
Something I've known,
Echoed here from his pen,
That within my pages exists.
What it was he said on page seventeen
Was for me confirmation of truth
As if my hand moved the pen.

~Michael Bahm~

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