This is a poem related to Bible Study rather than a post about Scriptural research. It is by Tony Hoagland and I really like it:
I was on the road for so long by myself,I took to reading motel Bibles just for company.Lying on the chintz bedspread before going to sleep,still feeling the motion of the car inside my body,I thought some wrongness in my self had made me that alone.
And God said, You are worth more to methan one hundred sparrows.And when I read that, I wept.And God said, Whom have I blessed more than I have blessed you?
And I looked at the mini barand the bad abstract hotel art on the walland the dark TV set watching like a deacon.
And God said, Survive. And carry my perfume among the perishing.