We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
Weaving words, like weaving threads, is pleasant for the mind. Knowing words touch many heads is quite a joy, so kind. Weaving threads, like gentle words, is tactile for the heart. Nourishing like dairy herds, wholeness has its start. Losing words, like threads, that fall, a numbness can set in. Sitting, staring, thoughts, that call, a hope we need to win. Falling threads, like words, unspoke, depression as a cloth fills the writer's heart to choke; this sadness, fully wroth. Weaving words as threads now bound restore the human core. Joyful moments, newly found, depression on the floor. Weaving threads are words of sight, with hopes to fully lift, beating back the inner night becomes this moment's gift. Weaving words as threads of Truth, gives Glory to The Christ. Regeneration from my youth was bought at Jesus' Price. Weaving threads of words, that last. This Joy forevermore, His Gift, that washes all my past to lead me through The Door. by Jay O’Toole on September 4th, 2024 |