Heavenly Words

A phrase or two
Verses a dozen
Pictures glued
Upon scriptly heaven

Painted words
Lose not the touch
Gathered herds
In graceful march

Such greatness created
Language the form
Penned is all that's fated
Every rain and storm

Beauty wrapped
In whiteness and ink
With but imagination to trap
A world filled to the brink

Read! Says the angel
By God read!
Therein is the worlds
Knowledge buried in a seed

For purer still
The ink of a scholar
As to blood spilt
By a martyr in war