In the hands of the puppet master,
the sun and sky danced together.
Their waltz filled my eyes with beauty.

Time reached forward and the puppets grew bold.
They named their own gods.
The puppets imagined a world of reality.

The puppets feel they have true vision.
Their eyes see the beings around them.
When the puppet master returns,
their shame is revealed to all.

With Christ’s arrival that year,
the puppet master stood on the stage.

Some puppets kept their honor and said the truth.

W. Wayne B.

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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