Your breath blew it onto its back to rock like a child's toy.
Two pointed corners tipped up in a grin
on a small round face of luminous fog;
It looked like a mischievous ghost pumpkin
peeking in my window.
The face in the erased sky had no nose or eyes;
yet, it looked in my window with the drape pushed aside.
It was such a comic sight - this face like a sticker
pressed on the ceiling of space;
A moon upside down with a smile in place.
Thank You for showing me your funny moon,
as though You had nothing else to do but play.
Jacque Sauter
11-20-03
Psalm 139: 17-18 "How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God!
How great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they are more in
number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee."
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I greatly enjoyed reading this. Such fabulous description that I had to read it three times (once aloud to my wife). Thank you, I look forward to reading more.
