We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
The world keeps turning 'round and 'round. It seems like a cliché, but winter leaves and new life's found as flower graves obey. The elm has tresses flowing green from crown to near the earth. This beauty statuesquely preens in joy as a grand new birth. The Japanese Red Maple shines in its beauteous first year. It bids, "Relax in soft recline as the Creator's gifting's clear." As ferns transition from the cold to humid, summer fare some leaves are brown and burnt as told, "Environments you bear." Hibiscus bushes, royal blooms, as summer sentries stand. All feasts from tropics, fully groomed as their Good Maker planned. The frozen months of winter brought a shroud of deathly white. Each need to cling to warmth has taught Earth's residents Your might. Each day we traverse farther toward the core of springtime's sweet we sense the beneficial chord of Three-in-One, replete. The Christ, Messiah, fully bloomed from planting, three days hence. The rock, a nap, not kept entombed. No moment caused Him wince. He took His beating, breathed His last, inert His Body lay. Through Joseph's wrapping, spicing task the call fulfilled, obeyed. Then up He rose, those few wounds marked the Savior as the Lord. New physical life He then embarked fore'er, so says His Word. by Jay O’Toole on April 13th, 2022 |