The Book of the Divine

13 Aug 2018 · 4 min

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In this poetic monologue, the narrator recounts a series of personal encounters that illustrate a journey from superficial temptations toward a deeper reliance on the "Book of the Divine" as a source of spiritual guidance. The piece opens with a disturbing image that prompts the narrator to seek the Book. Subsequent episodes—being deceived by a glittering ring, reflecting on a lifetime of missed direction, and the decision to raise a child with the Book’s teachings—highlight the tension between worldly allure and divine wisdom. The narrator also describes an inner, nagging voice that is silenced after invoking the Book, and a disillusioning meeting with a philosopher who exploits the narrator without ever consulting the Book. Throughout, the tone is reflective and cautionary, emphasizing regret over past missteps, hope for future generations, and criticism of false teachers.

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The picture on the wall sent a shiver down my spine. Should have turned away. It caught me by surprise. Can't believe a gaze can go so deep inside. Went out right away and bought the Book of the Divine. Walking down the street, saw a ring so fine, I took it to the jewelry, said it wasn't worth a dime. Once again been fooled by a superficial shine, I should have kept my eyes on the book of the divine. The lover of mankind, all because he delved into the book of the divine. The trail that I have taken, it didn't have a guide. I wish I picked a path that didn't slip and slide. I learned from my experience, but 40 years went by. I'm gonna raise my child on the book of the divine. Voice inside my head annoys me all the time. Tried a little whiskey, then I had a bit of wine. Then I was astonished, the voice abruptly died when I said a word. From the Book of the Divine. What if one's a dreamer? He puts on a disguise. I went to a philosopher to see what he'd advise. First he took my money, then he told me lies. I knew he never looked inside the Book of the Divine.