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 |    We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
Down the trail to wooded rest, the crispy crunch of leaves awakened hope for space outside the test with joy to know the steps yet taken. Auburn, rough and flaky bark touches of the kind quite ticklish. Chair of roots and trunk so stark quite lost in thought, awakened sheepish. Spider lilies bursting red with threads of stamen breezes blowing mesmerizing thoughts in head. The seeds of rest now fully sowing. Sun's long rays how quickly fade to clang the bars on Day's escapage. Tent unfurled and sleep obeyed with dreams of work and shame they now dredge. Chrysalis with zipper's hold for nothing harms the world of canvas. Change within through night of cold, until the sun bids darkness vanish. Crusty eyes meet golden morn. The wooded rest has built a stable. Noisy place where hope is born. A rock and berries set the table. Time to hike the trail to home, while leaving home I newly treasure. Health I find in wooded loam, the peace of which is beyond measure. by Jay O'Toole on September 15th, 2019   |
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