Ode to the Gutenberg Bible

with No Comments

A twister rose up one hot sultry day

and cut a straight path to the bookmakers galley.

It sucked all the type from its thin shallow tray

and flung it up over the San Gabriel Valley.

Composing Stick

Then down through the funnel it fell with such force

that Gutenberg feared what might happen.

A lightening bolt struck, he shouted, “Of course!

I’ll fire up the presses of platen.


I’ll lay out the vellum and ink up the brayer.

I’ll ready the presses for printing.

But first I must pause and offer this prayer

Lord, now let me do some repenting


For any past sin, whether known or unknown,

forgive me, I’m Yours to command.

The text that shall come fourth must be Yours alone

and handled with only clean hands.

Living Loom e-book Free Sampler

Living Loom e-book Full Version

Leave a Reply