We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
The flooding eyes near-drowned the heart, and down it went times three. With knowing look, relaxed to part, my long-time friend set free. The mem'ries flameout, lacking fuel. Great joyful barks no more. This now-closed chapter's sadly cruel. The puppy's not restored. No one stands near to welcome home the "soldier" second-shift. The faithful dog, who wrote a tome upon my heart has left. The walkers wag the tongue and tail. These faithful friends life live. The breezes lift the barque and sail their truest days to give. The fading sunset parts them twain. The solitary figure cries, "Please, come here, Girl, and part the rain." No answer as he sighs. by Jay O’Toole on June 26th, 2024 ![]() |