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 |    We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
| Blooms of light, so red and white along the murky road. Headlights shovel away the night as darkness piles its load. Steady beams of white and maize continually march this way. Knobs of white stand on display as signs we must obey. Multicolored lights dance free, proclaiming wares for sale. Gasoline’s the sign I see for thirsty car’s detail. Green signs, yellow signs, and red, a book, that car lights read, preparing us for what’s ahead to wisely drive each deed. The droning of each passing mile can rock us near to sleep, but we’ll be home in a little while, where pillows rest us deep. by Jay O’Toole on February 20th, 2025 |
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