We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
| What a rose upon the bush! Blushy pink all are. See the blooms ‘mid daily rush of trucks, and zooming car. What a rose in many’a yard! Just one of floral prize to tempt the poet and the bard with thoughts of varied size. What a rose on skullish mount, that stood ‘mid deathly pall! The bloomers’ show with great redound to mark the Gift for all. Who arose up from the rocky grave to never die again? God’s Only Son, Who came to save Eternal Life to win. by Jay O’Toole on October 9th, 2024 |