By Melanie L. Daglian
From the July 2009 issue of The Christian Science Journal
It was a cheerless script,
that mortal tale—
claiming to be my past, my story.
A litany of missed chances, condemnation, and regret.
With paragraphs of pain too graphic to forget.
I didn’t know there were different pages, an altogether different book
Until I was compelled to look—
And saw my name written on a cover, pure white,
And felt my heart leap up—
… could it be true?