Saturday, January 22, 2011

The Peace Pat

Bliss patted his palm,
in a pink frock with flowered smiles,
from an island beyond a lacquered
picket fence of many.

The arched brow above her jewels
questioned his will to play,
while around they all pray.
Man, he chose to wave and woo
her into those naughty,
tiny steps up the sunny aisle,
for a gentle pat; receive he did,
that sign of peace with meaning.


(I was kept busy during last Sunday's service at Santhome, for the little girl two rows ahead of me found me amusing...)


1 comment:

Krislin Neo, Ting (Syracuse Pike) said...

Very interesting.. :) I can imagine and see what the gals were doing.. ;)