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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 6, 2023 at 7:12pm
January 6, 2023 at 7:12pm
Crisp the air, that ends the day,
Dimming sun for ambiance,
Silhouettes stand on display.
Resisting night in its advance.

Two orbs of light hang in their place
to guide the way for some to walk.
The color lights of Christmas Grace
explode in Joy, that posts can talk.

The World has left the Christmas town,
That lives inside each childlike heart,
but there our blessings aye abound,
that make the dancing always start.

I think some wonder why exult
we day by day ‘neath Christmas rain,
while playful things do catapult
the ones we were when childful sane.

“Oh, give us bliss this 23,
that Christmas spirit lives anon
to make us from all burdens free,
and kiss the child within each one.”

A coffee shop I soon would start
to be a playground for the young.
We’ll decorate in whole and part
as lights illumine, songs are sung.

Fear not, adults, who cannot see
the treasured moments, Christmas play.
We’ll have some rooms to coffee thee
with couch and sofa ev’ry day.

A Cup of Santa, joyful bliss,
that causes us to find respite
within a room we solace this
to find us Christmas for a night.

We may not need on ev’ry day
the Kringle Cup, Good Santa’s Joe,
but it would be there as I say,
“A fine retreat, a place to go.”

‘Tis but a thought, a lifetime dream,
a peaceful place, that offers rest
for those for whom Christ’s loving beams
bring rescue from each daily test.

by Jay O’Toole
on January 6th, 2023

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