The Stack of Books

I roomed with Robin four years
(a week each year),
saw the stack of books daily
while at Conference.
Robin brought them from Gloucestershire, U.K.
to New York by plane then to Albuquerque
and back by train to hold down expenses,
carrying food to eat on the train then in the room,
skimping to represent that part of England.
I never saw the books open, being read…
only the stack recreated daily before I woke.
Those devotional books  will always
speak to me of working a program
and giving service four thousand
nine hundred miles from home.