by Jay O'Toole
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.”
The little corner is my room,
where I have stored some things.
These Christmas treasures, weaver's loom,
that help my heart to sing.
I'll store away this poem, too,
since it's no doubt too late
to bless the reader as most may do
for Christmas words now grate.
The little corner music plays
of Christmas hopes and bliss.
Our chilly morn reminds of days
we stopped to moments kiss.
Green, and red, and blue, and gold,
the lights create a place,
while whitest lights of Christmas told
do comfort hearts with grace.
The crafts, and plaques, and ornaments
remind of years gone by
with those half-done experiments,
that on the shelves do lie.
Christmas wrapping, boxes, bags,
with garlands draped around
help Christmas presents, and new tags
to keep the gift from being found.
Eleven months we now must wait,
before the world's onboard
with Christmas joy, and wonders great
to hear each choir's blessed chord.
Yet, nothing stops a heart so filled
with Christ, Who came, and for us lived
to pay our debt He once was killed,
and rose Salvation's Gift to give.
by Jay O’Toole
on January 16th, 2023