by Jo Taylor
At last, everything becomes a whisper. The dew disappears as it meets the day, and grass withers as summer turns toward fall. The daffodil in vogue in early spring becomes warm weather’s dying dance. Fame and glory fade like red pigment in the scorching, noon-day sun as empires crumble and dictators fall and Wisdom whispers, Vanity, vanity, all is vanity. Yet we press on. In sorrow and in song, we press on. For that is what it means to live— that is the journey to joy.
Jo Taylor is a retired, 35-year English teacher from Georgia. Her favorite genre to teach high school students was poetry, and today she dedicates more time to writing it, her major themes focused on family, place, and faith. She says she writes to give testimony to the past and to her heritage. In 2021 she published her first collection of poems, Strange Fire. She enjoys walking in early morning, playing with her two grandsons, and collecting and reading cookbooks.