We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
She slapped some trees and knocked them down. She tossed so many limbs. She took our power and made us frown. The food-prep option's thin. The town in frenzied activity is trying to normal make. The anxiousness our lives now see is sometimes hard to take. Don't plan to get your car filled up without an afternoon to stop and start, and drink a cup or maybe sing a tune. I found some signals for the street, where actual lights do burn, but side roads make my oft retreat, until more lights I learn. Some day our lives will be restored for now, and Eternity, but now the "not-as-good" affords us thoughts and words to free. by Jay O’Toole on September 28th, 2024 ![]() |