We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
Quiet minutes fill my soul with a needed balm. Peaceful moments make me whole, furnished, blessed with calm. Sleeping loved ones now so still. Writer's fingers dance. Heartfelt thoughts express my will. Choice, that's not a chance. "Sleep," my body starts to plead. Early morning hours spent in time of write or read builds some lofty towers. by Jay O'Toole on August 31st, 2019 |