We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
Gentle feeling, softest touch smoothing hair away. Windswept face, grateful much, breezes paint the day. Through the air, flying low, blue skies, yellow, red, blackened trees, "soldiers" know, twinkling stars once hid. Statue's pace, engine revs, canvas scenes deep blur, buffet winds, shuddering greaves shelter there deters. Journey through, body stops, brain meanders through the yard. Running home o'er road blacktops molding life of forces hard. by Jay O’Toole on June 18th, 2025 ![]() |