We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
“There are times when solitude is better than society, and silence is wiser than speech. We should be better Christians if we were more alone, waiting upon God, and gathering through meditation on His Word spiritual strength for labour in his service. We ought to muse upon the things of God, because we thus get the real nutriment out of them. . . . Why is it that some Christians, although they hear many sermons, make but slow advances in the divine life? Because they neglect their closets, and do not thoughtfully meditate on God's Word. They love the wheat, but they do not grind it; they would have the corn, but they will not go forth into the fields to gather it; the fruit hangs upon the tree, but they will not pluck it; the water flows at their feet, but they will not stoop to drink it. From such folly deliver us, O Lord. . . .” ― Charles Spurgeon “Our anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strengths.” ― C. H. Spurgeon “Hope itself is like a star- not to be seen in the sunshine of prosperity, and only to be discovered in the night of adversity.” ― Charles Haddon Spurgeon “If sinners be damned, at least let them leap to Hell over our dead bodies. And if they perish, let them perish with our arms wrapped about their knees, imploring them to stay. If Hell must be filled, let it be filled in the teeth of our exertions, and let not one go unwarned and unprayed for.” ― Charles Spurgeon “A Bible that’s falling apart usually belongs to someone who isn’t.” ― Charles Spurgeon “Visit many good books, but live in the Bible.” ― Charles Spurgeon “When your will is God's will, you will have your will.” ― Charles Spurgeon https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/2876959.Charles_Haddon_Spurgeon (Philippians 2:13, KJV) |
The wakefulness of morning gives a day, that something new and something old may be. Beginning work by what we do and say, creates a hope, that all the world may see. The dailyness of daily life thus brings an opportunity from God to Man, that though mundane the joyous always sings of Hope, the new, the God-sized wondrous Plan. In youthful vigor, forging on ahead the hoary head finds clues to living full. The future, that some always seem to dread, is calling them away from past days' pull. The Day of Evermore will quickly come when God's Own Story here has reached its sum. by Jay O’Toole on June 15th, 2021 |
Focus on the things we love shows each heart, and how it's made. Focus on the things Above draws each mind to what he bade. Focus on the One, Who died, prompts us each to give our all. Focus off our daily pride, and onto Him, Who gives the Call. Focus on The One, Who rose from the dead to bid each, "Live," Focus on the Truth, Who chose where we'd go, and what we'd give. by Jay O’Toole on June 15th, 2021 |
the earth daily spins light and dark, sleeping, waking rotates in God's Hands by Jay O’Toole on June 14th, 2021 |
The doctor presses on my tongue a popsicle stick in hand demands from me an "Ah" as sung. This seems a silly plan. Ah feel like ah am now depressed. Is that what you would like? Ah came to you to make the best of my body, not my psyche. I joke to lift me up a bit. Depression's such a weight. It helps me go, and not to quit, to keep from being late. I've spent much time upon my back depressed, and from hope free. Still lying there in all I'd lack, perspective made me see. Great sadness laid its upper-cut and laid me out for the count. while wounded to my very gut the sky became my fount. The stars were goals, that helped me take a step by step each day. Then, goals once reached, new ones I'd make, and hope was on display. Depression still can get me down, but poems get me up, again. Some weary days can cause me frown, but hope now saves my wounded chin. by Jay O’Toole on June 11th, 2021 |
The cockroach runs around my feet not very sweet dancing The cockroach misses aiming toes it's like it knows prancing The cockroach runs behind the fridge the dark a bridge away The cockroach, free as any bird I say my word The spray! Form: "The Logolilt is another treasure gleaned from the pages of Viola Berg's Pathways for the Poet. Invented by Flozari Rockwood, the structure consists of two six-line stanzas divided into triplets whose lines depreciate in length: 8, 4, 2, 8, 4, 2 / 8, 4, 2, 8, 4, 2. The rhyme scheme is a, a, b, c, c, b / d, d, e, f, f, e, as described and demonstrated in the following link: http://www.rainbowcommunications.org/velvet/forms/Logolift.pdf " (Direct quote from The Poet's Place Café) by Jay O’Toole on June 10th, 2021 |
naught is plainly seen animals oft come and go plants are silent meals by Jay O’Toole on June 9th, 2021 |
Each drop is falling from a cloud. Humidity ensues. The thunder claps its joy quite loud. The elm tree limbs bemuse. The dark is flooded with great falls of water blest by God. "Now, drink your fill, Sweet Plants," He calls. As one, they laugh, applaud. Some authors sleep, while others write, the symphony begins. The flutes and tympanies are bright. Conducted notes He wins. The glassy streets with mirrored lights all warn the drivers, "Slow." It's possible to drive these right, if caution helps you go. The rhythmic dripping on the roof, creates a boat at sea, that sleepers be they seasoned, youth, will rest so blest and free. by Jay O’Toole on June 8th, 2021 |
Times apart, myself alone with quiet rather thick. Enjoying fan's low, humming drone, while spoken words aren't quick. Meditating on my thoughts, my loved ones are away. What's the Truth I need be taught? "Please, help me, Lord," I pray. The dog's asleep upon a bed. At the table, I now type. These hopeful words are slowly fed into the poem as ripe. I miss the ones, who live with me. I'm keeping babes of fur. They're caring for some family. I've coffee, that I stir. The days are slow, but hopeful now. The tasks must needs be done. Obey the list. Before Him bow. The vict'ry will be won. Listen best to God's low voice. He has the plan for you. You may not know His daily choice, until the day is through. These days of waiting are alone, but Christ is ever near, while God is ever on His Throne to make His Truth so clear. by Jay O’Toole on June 7th, 2021 |
The way we go has many choices for each living day. For many are the noisy voices, demanding us, “Obey.” We wonder at the truest way for our daily steps. The cost of living can dismay, and sink us in it’s depths. But when we know not what to do, just take it to the Lord, and find in Him, the Friend, Who’s True as written in His Word. He may require we walk some rough, uneven places, now, before He speaks the word, “Enough,” to cause our foes to bow. The days of trudging through the Earth may mystify, distress, but those, who know His great New Birth will live His love to bless. by Jay O’Toole on June 4th, 2021 |
Christmas joy 'mid dark and snow brings hope to summer's eve. Times of peace and rest to know within a blanket's sleeve. Summer's days are oft quite hot in southern U.S. climes, but winter's nights are chilly spots, enjoying tea betimes. Christmas thoughts bring joy to mind anytime of year. Heat may cause the thoughts be blind without coolness near. Christmas season, Christ has come, Santa's laughter full. Joyful hearts, the part, the sum, draw us by their pull. by Jay O’Toole on June 3rd, 2021 |