Today, I speak of a book,
not distant, not silent,
but alive with cries and questions.
The Bible.
A book of dust and divinity,
of broken bodies and stubborn hope,
where God is found not in power,
but among the oppressed.
Here, stories do not rest quietly,
They rise, they resist, they remember.
This is not just my favourite book.
It is a companion in struggle,
a witness to pain,
and a whisper of liberation.
Come, listen.