rants of a beggar

Tossing and turning..
looking and searching..
wanting and needing..

There I find it.. under a pile of stuff, burried in the corner of a closet..
I take it out, and gently clean it off.. Inspecting the exterior for damage..
As I gently open the cover, I reminisce of the moments I spent so dearly with it..
The time and heart I vested was sacrificial, but the  reward was immeasurable.

As I open the cover, and turn the pages I see marks and milestones that recorded each battle and victory… I see comments of comfort, followed by scars of pain..
Light fills each page.. Words drip with life..
powerful, immovable, refreshing…