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.”
One wonders 'bout the great career
I'd have while serving Santa Claus,
the joy of being through the year
a partner in his wondrous cause.
Right now the summer's coming fast
throughout the land with greater heat,
but could some days more gentle last
up north with sunshine on repeat?
The land of midnight's lasting sun
without the snow to make it white
could be a place of certain fun,
where darkness barely touches night.
But still, the animals are fed,
the meals are cooked, and buildings cleaned.
The visitors are met and led,
where Santa's many tasks convene.
Throughout the year are many nights
with Santa Claus in joyful thought.
He needs not fly through Northern Lights,
but reindeer groom and elves be taught.
If I should work with this great man,
I could be a janitor withal.
I could muck stall all day by plan.
I could bring coffee when He calls,
But there would be so many things
to fill the days and nights with joy.
The mundane tasks are blessed as sings
each person, that he would employ.
The days of summer soon give way
to cooler temps and snows, that come.
Then rushing through each blest display,
we'll know sweet Christmas in the sum.
by Jay O’Toole
on May 26th, 2023