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We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life.
"Failures, repeated failures, are finger posts on the road to achievement.
One fails forward toward success."

C. S. Lewis

"I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen:
not only because I see it,
but because by it I see everything else."

C. S. Lewis

I have come home at last!
This is my real country!
I belong here.
This is the land
I have been looking for all my life,
though I never knew it till now...
Come further up, come further in!

― C.S. Lewis, The Last Battle

“The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.”

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”

J.R.R. Tolkien

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January 10, 2023 at 8:39pm
January 10, 2023 at 8:39pm
The place I lived when I was born
was Fort Worth, Texas, y'all.
The mem'ries I these years have worn
are from my small recall.

You wonder why that could be so.
It was because we left
when my Dad's job, it made us go.
Uprootment was quite deft.

I was just five when we went north
to Rochester, N-Y,
but six months later returned us forth
to say another "goodbye."

I've been away near sixty years.
Those mem'ries linger on.
Apartment "pictures" are still clear,
and school 'til he was done.

But not much else can my mind see,
I'd like to visit soon,
if money and the time could free,
more mem'ries there to boon.

A cowboy's blood I've always had,
but a mount to ride I've not.
A Western life can't be half-bad,
but the Southern life I've got.

A hardy bunch we've always been
a-mucking cattle plop.
Last night the doggies' bully sin
caused something similar to drop.

Back to work all cowboys, now
with shovels at your side,
'cause what they left to take a bow
is naught but puppy pride.

We've smelled like poo before last night.
We muck the stalls so clean.
The future still can be quite bright.
Just trailer all their mean.

We're Texans. We live really big.
We stand when they do beat.
Next time we'll tug of our own swig
with UGA's in defeat.

Let this be your best training cry,
"Remember the Alamo and Daniel Boone."
Defeats we can't deny,
but vict'ries will come soon.

What bullies may forget at first,
will keep us soldiering on!
For victories in our lives we thirst,
until with God, we're gone.

by Jay O’Toole
on January 10th, 2023

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