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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 6, 2023 at 12:21pm
February 6, 2023 at 12:21pm
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The words are offered many days,
each a potential meal for thought,
but sometimes words will go their own way,
the writer, a student taught.

How furiously we sweep the floor,
while words are pouring out!
How furtively we beg, implore
when waltzing thoughts about.

At times our thoughts may sit alone.
They leave the place we dance.
The struggling heart may inward groan,
while others leap and prance.

To write them out, the words we'd use,
don't always bring us joy,
but typing letters will infuse
some hope, that we'd employ.

These poems may yet take us time,
before they're molded firm.
The sluice of rain brings loam its prime,
'til ripples find the berm.

So, pushing words around the screen's
like water's dancing flows.
To sweep and sweep the concrete scene's
like writing as it goes.

To dance with words, until we have
a seven vers-ed piece
is like a cow, which groans to calve,
until it finds release.


by Jay O’Toole
on February 6th, 2023


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