The librarian’s promise
Is to bear witness
To Love’s goodness:
To see
The dew of inspiration
Rests on the leaves of God’s word—
Open books ready to wrap
The mourner in comfort.
The librarian’s promise
Is to give gratitude
For Mind’s infinitude:
To know
In this active quiet—
Expectant stillness—
A thousand angels
Are waiting to bless.
—Robert Witney