"...a library is as holy a place as any temple is holy because through the words which are treasured in it the Word itself becomes flesh again and again and dwells among us and within us, full of grace and truth." ~ Frederick Buechner, "The Speaking and Writing of Words," A Room Called Remember
The Lord is my librarian; I shall not want.
He maketh me to sink into deep armchairs,
He leadeth me between stacks of ancient leather-bound volumes.
He restoreth my soul:
He leadeth me in the way of words for His name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of mold
I will fear no evil: for Thou art with me;
Thy conservator’s sponge and brush, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a reading nook before me in the presence of my distracters;
Thou anointest my head with perfectly-positioned lighting;
My book bag runneth over.
Surely poetry and fairy tales shall follow me all the days of my life:
And I will read in the library of the Lord forever.