Here is the final verse of a poem Dunc wrote on his experience of reading the Bible:
And yet such joy! For I set myself
to love you more, to love you best;
but when my love stayed on the shelf,
dusty, weak, I heard ‘Child, rest.
It’s you loved best;
in my love you are blest.
You can read it all on HERE.
What is your experience of reading the Bible? Does it move you to write poetry?
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