Limerick from Gracie

 

Roses are red,                       

  as you can see—

I’m locked in my head,

  you must set me free.

 

God’s given you me

  to use your gift,

  to help me see.

As the angels lift…

 

…me out of the night,

  where the stars are few;

And up to the Light,

  where the violets are blue.

 

Once you are shown

  this impish elf—

You will strengthen your own

  and my yet-found Self.

 

Just when you think,

  you are through all the pain,

You’ll look up and blink

  and remember, again…

 

That you know the tune,

  and Gracie, the dance.

“With patience”, you croon,

  A nervous glance---

 

Down at your feet, and

up at your head,

with a jolt you will start!

 

It's Gracie who's guiding you
    .....right into your heart.

Be open to her.

 

Copyright © 10-14-93 Amy L. Allison

 

 

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