We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
O, Lovely Day, I know 'tis true! There's so much more to write! I want to leave the world when through with weighty thoughts, not light! Now, where to start upon this day? To poetry or prose? Will others shape the things I say? Will mem'ry speak as knows? No doubt the po'm will always prime the sinews of my write That when unlock the latest rhyme the prose will seem more bright! One hopes my novel will be strong, when monthly write arrives. Yet, first I might need write a song to focus prose that thrives. Mayhaps I'll be as Chaucer was to write an epic tale In poetry to tell the cause of lives of joy and wail. Or could we grimace at the sight of Grendel's nearest kin To hope at Be'wolf's cousin's fight last victory to win? Explore we now another thought of Christmas hero's woe, Who rode through forest as he fought for Hope to lately grow! Did Grendel ever Santa fight to make his metal firm! Did Vict'ry always through the night make reddish river's berm? Methinks the bearded jolly man did live his life of joy To rid the world of Evil's plan with Goodness to employ! Whate'er the final page bequeaths I know 'twill wondrous be! For parting from the past beneath will give much Good to see! by Jay O'Toole on March 1st, 2017 |