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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
https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1059917-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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February 1, 2023 at 2:37pm
February 1, 2023 at 2:37pm
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Are the days gone by, now really in the past?
Is there no benefit
from thoughts of childhood, that still last
to help the senior medalist?

The days of joy, and playing in the yard,
until the sun went down,
creates the ancient and the bard,
whose words would change a frown.

The holiday's "eternity"
brought joy to ev'ry heart.
All wrapped in coats their "play" to free.
Its laughter always starts.

The days of mirth need be reborn.
Let's hold that child upon the knee
to stroke the pate of Self once torn,
to comfort smallish me.

We can't return to the days of yore
in childlike body gone,
but rest with him (or her) some more
makes daily trials won.


by Jay O’Toole
on February 1st, 2023


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