We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
In the wand'ring of hours, calm night my thoughts all rest for awhile and wait. The singing rhyme and the prose relate in wonders shown threaded craft so late. While the writer doth bake delight. Through the richest of hours, calm night will stand alone 'til I stand there, too. What friendship lives when our words are through, As both love each there is naught to do. Loving writers will wait, delight. While they last all these hours, calm night oft beckons souls, “Whisper words o’er quilt of wordless times and the joy we've built. Our blended hearts of the gold-edged gilt.” Joyful writers are pure delight. by Jay O'Toole on February 22nd, 2019 |