THE WORLD’S OLDEST LIBRARY

The oldest library in the world still exists!
Somewhere on earth
Not destroyed by moths
All bricks still the same
As they were laid
No cracks or breaks
As would’ve have been
When strong winds of
The mountain form
A two-fold force with
The tricks of time.

All of its pillars seem to
Have sworn an oath
To remain forever young
With the strong posture of the
Past well seen in our
Contemporary time
No not one worn out
By age.

The oldest library in the world still exists!
It’s roofing sheets of steel
Still shiny and rust free

Well-aligned to another
With tight screws like
A rogue held captive in
Hunter’s camp.

Unmovable it is
Incredible were those men
Of which it was said
They continued the construction
Based on the ASSIGNED DESIGN


The unfinished work of
Christ they took to many
Heights while they endured
For many nights the pains
Of haters crew

A pack of sovereign Jews
Devoted to religious doings
Committed to put their
Works to a stop.

The oldest library in the world still exists!
An architectural design
Housing 66 hefty books
In both shelves
Old shelves with uncracked
Scrolls waiting for someone
To stroll in
Take a walk and have a
Good read.

The oldest library in the world still exists!
Not in the woods
Or some interior zones
Oblivious to all.

Ebubechi
© 2023

Grace

Only you know the house I built
It’s your love that erases guilt
Humans point fingers past the point
But it is to you that we are joint
Faithful

Raise me up from the dust of my work
It’s your grace that makes me work
Life is like the sea to my boat of breath
But it is for you that it all exists
Selfless

After the storm you are still King
It is said that there is God in everything
I have faith and I’m counting results
But it is as Son that I walk the soils
Adventurous

No one heard the messages
It is us that forget things we’ve seen
Safety is vain for the immortal
But if I have family it’s one for all
Responsible

God over everybody
Leg-over the enemy
Laughter on my family
But sacrifices set the scene
True

Every time I trust in you
You seek me above the flu
Silence isn’t you ignoring
But I will listen to your echoing
Predestined

Niel Quchi
© 2020