The One Book I Needed

I have twenty-one boxes of organized books, 

Awaiting perusal.

I needed a specific book that I had started,

But, distracted, set aside for another time,

A biography of an athlete.

The three boxes of nonfiction titles

Yielded some unexpected help, 

But not the specific title I sought.

So I turned to my storage room, 

With shelves and boxes of random books

That go back years.

I once read a book a day,

Three hundred sixty-six days straight,

And it barely made a dent.

Where, among these hundreds

Or thousands

Of titles might I find the one I sought?

I glanced down, noticed a book I’ll need soon,

Oddly placed on the shelf. 

Moved it aside, and the four beneath,

And stared in awe at the one book I sought.

I almost cried. 

In all this mess, and the first books I touched 

Revealed it.

Thanks be to God.