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.”
Poems come 'most every day
to lighten hearts and lift the mind.
What happens when the words they say
are absent or they're hard to find?
We write about the thing we know,
I want to write a poem, now,
but I don't see the way to go,
nor doth the subject 'fore me bow.
So, write about the process, hard,
which finds me stuck or blank in stare.
The hope to be a someday bard
can be a heavy writing care.
Release demands to be the best,
and write within the place you sit.
For lack of subject is the test.
The poem crafted helps a bit.
The form is what we lately know.
The subject comes as we do start.
The poem shows as on we go
with wisdom here to aye impart.
The truth I here was wont to find
presents itself in struggles known.
I started writing grind by grind
with ready fingers hopeful flown.
Now, seven are the verses writ
upon this blog post, I can see.
The thoughts of good, now, wondrous fit
to live in stalwart poetry.
by Jay O’Toole
on May 12th, 2023