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!


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

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