"PURE WORD"
"Gather dear children,
Lend me ear
Hearken the wonderful Word that is pure."
A tattered leather bound edition
With its golden edges faded,
Five satin ribbon markers, more undone than done.
Authorized King James
Version
in the year of our Lord
1611 AD
It still can be seen by its embossing.
The inlay, rubbed away in many years of use.
She knew it word for word and could recite it by the hour.
"Ask not the meaning, nor the message, nor the spirit of
The Word.
Pure Word, my little children,
Let us glory in every thee and thou."
Now it graces her bright and satin casket,
It lies, still mute,
Clutched within her lifeless grasp,
Along with a dying, long-stemmed
Yellow Rose.