by Jay O'Toole
We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life.
Prompt: "Who are you?"
The me I am, amazingly,
is who God made this me to be.
I've wisdom, but it's just from He,
Who saved my poor lost soul.
A husband to a lady rare
with dredlocks all throughout her hair,
thirty-four years of life to share,
blessed hope for more to come.
A father to a daughter, royal.
So grateful that she's wise, not spoiled.
Each day I've served her life and toiled
adds value to the sum.
A writer for the world to know
of myriad forms of poems, I trow,
with prose a stronger river to row.
His gifts do make me whole.
An owner of a lively place
with furred and feathered frames to grace
with blooms and greens to fill the space.
I feel my life is blessed.
A friend to souls throughout my days.
The First is Highest. God, I praise!
The men and women hold my gaze,
and weather ev'ry test.
So much the more, He made this man,
known to my friends as Jay or Stan.
The days ahead stand in His Plan.
The past He won't recall.
It remains to be seen what I am made,
some glimpses here, through calls, obeyed,
but in that lasting Day, displayed,
the full will stand quite tall.