We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
Wispy rivers of thinnest clouds, thumbnail of the moon, purple-est of night, that shrouds tunes we need to croon. Two months more 'til Christmas Day, silhouetted Joy. Trees in black now hide the display for ev'ry girl and boy. Night shades pulled as the sun escapes. It's dark and time to sleep. See the quilt as one long cape as you to dreamworld leap. by Jay O’Toole on October 25th, 2025 ![]() ![]() |