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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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January 27, 2023 at 9:24pm
January 27, 2023 at 9:24pm
#1043759
The sun was shining wondrous bright.
The pansies needed homes.
The work required was far from light.
I tousled up the loam.

A three-pronged claw released the roots.
My hands grabbed clods of grass,
and throwing them past my big boots,
I finished a big task.

Garden soil, now, fully bare,
I brought the cedar mulch,
and smoothed the cover from here to there
aroma to divulge.

Well thought-out placement, flower faces
found their homes in front
of the greenhouse "castle," and it's graces,
like a cake of loamy bundt.

This joy, now done needs water's spray
to quench the thirst of all,
to settle roots in newest day,
protection from God call.

Such beauty blessed, I pray their safety now
from cold and fauna, that they might e'er live.
The frost tonight could make them freeze and bow,
but hope in tact, I'll wait them time to give.

The pansies last beyond the hardened freeze,
but deer can be another thing, indeed.
The ice can come and go on all of these,
but "salad" brings them low of faunish greed.

By grace we'll see the pansies soon,
and joy at ev'ry sight.
Tonight the cold may be a boon
for springtime's joy, delight.


by Jay O’Toole
on January 27th, 2023


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January 26, 2023 at 5:20pm
January 26, 2023 at 5:20pm
#1043705
Work, it comes so often now,
to grab my mind and eyes, and brow
the briskest pace elicits, "WOW!
Do we have time to rest?
"

The job is often just the same
as yesterday when then we came.
Consistency we bless, not blame
as making comfort's nest.

At work, we run, while dripping sweat
to pay our bills, and keep from debt,
ensuring goals are daily met
to bring us smiles when done.

My prayer is that when life is o'er
my work will pass the fire before,
existing in God's ready store
as blessings ever won.


by Jay O’Toole
on January 26th, 2023


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January 25, 2023 at 2:41pm
January 25, 2023 at 2:41pm
#1043660
Finding strength to move ahead
is in the Hands of God.
Following now when once we led
seems hard to thank, applaud.

"My Grace is all, that you will need,"
so says the Mighty Lord,
"Your weakness becomes strength, indeed,"
when resting on The Word.

Then Paul enjoins, that "gladness comes"
when "weak days are embraced,
for then,
" says he, "Christ's gladdest sums
of Power can rest in Grace.
"

Now, finding strength to truly live
is gifted from Above.
No works from me are left to give,
receiving blessed Love.


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2 Corinthians 12:9, KJV,
And he said unto me,
My grace is sufficient for thee:
for my strength is made perfect in weakness.
Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities,
that the power of Christ may rest upon me.


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by Jay O’Toole
on January 25th, 2023


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January 24, 2023 at 11:25pm
January 24, 2023 at 11:25pm
#1043626
To say the things I'd like to say
is always my first goal,
but thoughts expressed of the day to day
may end up not quite whole.

Why do the things, that mean the most
within the heart of me
become some sad words, often toast
when I speak them liberally?

Why do my tries to share the Truth
so often just fall flat?
Why does the zeal from my own youth
seem best when under my hat?

Confused our speech the Lord, He did
when Man built to the stars.
Improper worship must be rid.
So, language met with scars.

Communication fractures much
when views are not the same.
We speak with strength all hearts to touch,
but hearing is to blame.


by Jay O’Toole
on January 24th, 2023


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January 23, 2023 at 10:15pm
January 23, 2023 at 10:15pm
#1043581
chilly, wet, and cold
blowing strong as winter’s kept
flora, fauna rest


by Jay O’Toole
on January 23th, 2023


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January 20, 2023 at 11:22am
January 20, 2023 at 11:22am
#1043416
A quiet day to quiet minds,
before we walk anew
the streets of town, new places find
to live, and play, and do.

A quiet day is what we seek
to help the days so loud.
Unsettled hearts throughout the week
need a break from the days of crowds.

A quiet day is where we start
to seek the Face of God,
Who comes with us to office, mart,
where we seem weak and flawed.

"A quiet day" may be too few
upon this soil and loam,
with piles of things we need to do
before we're fin'lly Home.

A quiet day needs be within,
all Fearings now to quell,
until we live beyond all sin,
and fear is bound to Hell.

A quiet day is sheltered here
"within Christ's boundless wings."
(Psalm 91:1-4, KJV)
The way, we see, is free and clear.
His Spirit makes us sing.

A quiet Day is evermore
in Jesus' strong, blest arms
for He Alone knows what's in store
for those He frees from harms.


("Fearings" is a reference to the family of Fearings,who are characters in Hannah Hurnard's great book, Hinds Feet on High Places. https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/821056.Hinds_Feet_on_High_Places)

by Jay O’Toole
on January 20th, 2023


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January 19, 2023 at 10:16pm
January 19, 2023 at 10:16pm
#1043390
Do you think of what you've done,
and wonder why you did it?
Do you think you could have won,
if you could just have hid it?

Do you wonder why your thoughts
so easily remember
the sinful things you were not taught,
but caught on fire as tinder?

Do you wish to start, again,
to do these things, never?
Do you wish the pain would end
for you have not been clever?

He saved your life when you first came.
He saves it ev'ry day, and will.
Your life can never be the same.
Your heart is blest, forgiven, thrilled.

"I can't forget what I have done!"
"I can't remember it at all."
"I feel I've lost and never won!"
"I saved you when my name you called."
(John 6:37,44)

"As far as the East is from the West,
so far He moves our sins away.
"
(Psalm 103:12, KJV)
My future's evermore been blest.
With Him in Christ, I'll ever stay.

Forgiven, my new title fair,
Forgiven, saved by Christ Alone,
Forgiven life down here and there,
Forgiven, hopes are blest and grown.

"But I have messed up in my life."
"My life redeemed your mess for aye."
"How do I know it's gone, my strife?"
"My Word's on it. Take what I say."

The things we cannot e'er forget
the Lord can never bring to mind.
Emotion's default is our debt.
Our debt, His Payment can ne'er find.

The Accuser of our brethren taunts,
"You're never good enough for Him."
The Lord, He died for us and wants
each heart with peace be filled to the brim.

Forgiven: "Jesus works, and I do not."
Forgiven: "Hope in Christ, and debt forgot."
Forgiven: "Life forever from His tomb."
Forgiven: "Saved by Grace, the Spirit's Womb."

Forgiven: "Standing 'fore His Father Great."
Forgiven: "Life in Christ, the perfect state."
Forgiven: "All of Jesus, and none of me."
Forgiven: "Evermore in Him we're free."


by Jay O’Toole
on January 19th, 2023


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January 18, 2023 at 11:56pm
January 18, 2023 at 11:56pm
#1043340
Each job has times of fast and slow
when tough and rest compete,
but work is done, and we can go.
The home, again, we greet.

When working hard the pace is fast,
and breaks are often short.
Yet, tough times will not always last
for those in Jesus' Court.

The goal for all our earthly days
is hearing these great words,
"Well done, my child, your life's displays
are founded on your Lord.
"

We do not work for Heaven's Bliss.
We work for clothes and meat.
Our hearts are filled with thanks for this,
"Salvation is replete."


by Jay O’Toole
on January 18th, 2023


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January 17, 2023 at 1:44pm
January 17, 2023 at 1:44pm
#1043260
This year we have a month of days,
that challenges the mind.
Some parts have cold of great displays,
some parts are gentle, kind.

The deep freeze harmed my tender plants,
and I must wait 'til spring
to see their life by God, Who grants
great hope, and tongues, that sing.

Yet, many days have seen the sun.
We thank Him for His Smile,
the saving Grace His Son has won,
His rest beyond each trial.

Seven years ago it was quite warm
the first months of 2016.
They were quite mild without alarm.
The yard was early green,

But now it's up and down, again.
It causes wonderment,
but one day soon the spring will win,
and life-filled days be lent.


by Jay O’Toole
on January 17th, 2023


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January 16, 2023 at 3:18pm
January 16, 2023 at 3:18pm
#1043217
The little corner is my room,
where I have stored some things.
These Christmas treasures, weaver's loom,
that help my heart to sing.

I'll store away this poem, too,
since it's no doubt too late
to bless the reader as most may do
for Christmas words now grate.

The little corner music plays
of Christmas hopes and bliss.
Our chilly morn reminds of days
we stopped to moments kiss.

Green, and red, and blue, and gold,
the lights create a place,
while whitest lights of Christmas told
do comfort hearts with grace.

The crafts, and plaques, and ornaments
remind of years gone by
with those half-done experiments,
that on the shelves do lie.

Christmas wrapping, boxes, bags,
with garlands draped around
help Christmas presents, and new tags
to keep the gift from being found.

Eleven months we now must wait,
before the world's onboard
with Christmas joy, and wonders great
to hear each choir's blessed chord.

Yet, nothing stops a heart so filled
with Christ, Who came, and for us lived
to pay our debt He once was killed,
and rose Salvation's Gift to give.


by Jay O’Toole
on January 16th, 2023


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