My heart is obsessed with seeking out quotes
To ponder during my empty hours.
I have ones from Duke Ellington and Aphra Behn,
But none from Oprah; her show is entertaining
But not exactly inspiring. I saw Bono in her
Show once and he was inspiring. But the host,
Not so much.
I have ones from my history teacher and my
English composition teacher, and the greatest
Teacher of all: Bangsund. But blundering quotes
From “stars” never make it into my blog.
I know I won’t go to prison for libel or
Slander; their reputations are that mucky
Already. To incorporate their thoughts
Into my vocabulary would be just
Quite distasteful.
I have ones from Dave and a book called
Cry, The Beloved Country; I have ones from
Kate Chopin’s The Awakening and Orson
Scott Card’s Ender’s Shadow. But none
From movies and T.V. shows – those I say
Out loud and laugh over and make fun of,
But they are not the stuff that can fill
My empty hours.
My heart is filled with worldly quotes and
I am never satisfied. The voices of
Dead authors and living teachers ring
In my ears all day and they get me through
But they never get me by.
I ought to brush the dust off my Bible, and
Leaf through its golden pages. My heart’s
Obsession for quotes might just be a
Manifestation of a hunger for the Word.
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