Thursday, September 18, 2014

Grey Speaks



Grey waves beneath  puppeteer's hand
To unsuspecting, startled passers-by.
Some ignore, or with smiles acknowledge;
Others, curiosity draws nigh.
Sharing story, interest deftly peaks;
Light observed in mutual exchange.
The Lord, Himself, with intimacy, speaks.

This poem was written after a wondrous day at a recent book sale/signing at the Atlanta Federal Center.  So many people fell in love with "Grey" today, I am beside myself, and I'm thanking the Lord for the many gifts this day has rendered.
Love and blessings to all!
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  1. UnknownSeptember 18, 2014 at 10:00 AM

    :)

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  2. Catch My WordsSeptember 19, 2014 at 5:30 PM

    That's wonderful! That looks like a much better squirrel than the ones trespassing in my attic.

    http://joycelansky.blogspot.com/

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    1. Martha Jane OrlandoSeptember 20, 2014 at 4:12 AM

      Thank you, Joyce! Yes, this one is much better behaved! :)

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