Open the Book

My father wrote me a letter long ago.
The words have long faded, but I remember what he wrote:

When the anchor’s broke
and the mountains blow,
When the tablets fall
and you lose it all,
Open the book.

open the book.
open the book.
when you’re down and out
just take another look.
open the book.

Every time I feel the weight of this old world
lost in a desert of my fear,
I remember what my father told me, “Son,
the answer’s in Word, it’s all right here.”

open the book.
open the book.
when life gets hard
just take another look.
open the book.

Poem by Brian Oxley