The Bible Poem by Randy McClave

There is a Bible on the church's pew
Left by a person that I never knew,
That pew is where they once had sat
It is where now their Bible is at.
I pass it every Wednesday and Sunday
When I go to church to worship and pray,
I still wonder and think about them
As I wonder was it a her or a him.
I wonder what their name was
When unto God they prayed their love,
Maybe their name was Nancy or maybe it was Joe
Maybe their name I'm not supposed to know.
I wonder how many times that Bible was read
And from its pages it's verses were said,
And how many times it was passed around
As its a tattered cover it is worn and leather bound.
On the pew now it just rests
Maybe it's been on adventures and many quests,
And whenever I now say a prayer
I know that the Bible's owner is still there.

Randy L. McClave