There are bookends that sit on my table
With my Bible, and journals and books
A tottering row of this thing and that
With my thoughts and my dreams in their nooks

Like my opening show on its one end
With the years crowded there in between
And together they give me reminders
Of my soon coming brief closing scene

Yet my heart holds a peace at its center
For God promised that I have a place
And the one who is writing my chapters
Keeps the best for the last by His grace 

So, teach us to number our days,
That we might get a heart of wisdom
Psalm 90:12 ESV

Bookends by Peter Caligiuri
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