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“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)    |
Gentle day, a place to hide, before my job begins. Feel emotions deep inside finding ways to win. Sit and rest upon the couch. Write a poem new. Find emotions in the "pouch" of tenderhearted you. Gentle day seems lonely now, but that's a space of peace. Little thoughts bring hope somehow, and tender blest release. by Jay O’Toole on June 16th, 2023  |
To see a canvas needing thread, some white and pink, and then some red, we follow patterns to be led. In time peony's done. To count the stitches left and right, and up and down, it takes all night. Yet, when it's done, it's quite a sight. The paisleys dance and twirl. The sunset photograph becomes a canvas full of image sums. The orange hues like sightline drums make muted viewers all. Each stitch-in-line embroidery, red threads on towel pictures free a coffee cup for all to see with yellow steam above. An oak or elm at end of day, acrylic paints put on display. The varied greens make this soul say, "'Tis fun to make some art." by Jay O’Toole on June 15th, 2023 |
| Rainy days and Wednesdays come to challenge daily tasks with sums, that feeling down and slightly dumb, I'd stand with fully drenching face. I'd hoped to win, but know disgrace. Rainy days and Wednesdays now come rolling in to take a bow. Unquestioned hope is given, how? The constant dripping of the leaves brings cooler temps 'neath shelt'ring eaves. Rainy days and Wednesday's song, make all the world to sing along. We brighten life, and right the wrong, before we give our lungs' last breath to lay this mortal dust in death. Rainy days and Wednesdays gone when lasting Day is seen as dawn. The greenest grass of His great lawn assuages ev'ry earthly fear to make this dusty life most clear. Rainy days and Wednesdays' test becomes eternally the Blest to lean upon the Master's breast, and know His lasting Hope and Joy to ev'ry redeemed girl and boy. by Jay O’Toole on June 14th, 2023 |
When the day's activities have drawn to quiet times, sleepy time proclivities as eyelids close betimes. Daydreams give way to dreams at night. Each breath doth slow to sway. Starry curtain seems as bright as diamonds where they lay. World asleep, though never all for the sun shines, while we spin. In my corner of the ball are resting souls, again. Quiet poet moments known apply the balm of peace. When the wakeful thoughts have flown the soul can know release. by Jay O’Toole on June 13th, 2023 |
Will we know, that He's to come by feelings in our bones? Or will there be the bigger sum of Earth's unusual groans? No man can say when He returns The Bible clearly states. (Matthew 24:36, KJV) The guesses here are processed learns, while waiting for the date. "He has not come 2000 years. What makes you think he will?" Your words have made it pretty clear, my heart can start to thrill. (II Peter 3:4, KJV) The weather has been really strange so far this summer, spring. The deer, now, in the daylight range. At night some birds don't sing. The pansies thrive. For that I'm glad. Caladiums erect, together chorus be not sad, 'til none can heat deflect. The praise of Self, no need of God (II Timothy 3:1-5, KJV) are "red flags" all about. The days of Earth we best applaud. The Word of God we doubt. The days of Noah have returned. (Matthew 24:37, KJV) The "falling away" is here. (II Thessalonians 2:3, KJV) The Truth of God has been unlearned. Look up to the sky so clear. by Jay O’Toole on June 12th, 2023 |
canopy galore beauteous green in summer place to sit and think by Jay O’Toole on June 9th, 2023 |
Mimosas fan out to the sky. So pink and white their blooms. Begonias sit their red blooms by in the writer's outdoor room. Caladiums with hearts unfurled, the greenhouse's sentry new. His sun shines down upon the world the nightlight panel to shew. Our gentle-sounding AC hums, beyond that there is peace as warmer temps in dripping sums cause sweat to now increase. The pine tree stands with thickest bark, so many years in place. Within this yard, it makes its mark with elegance and grace. Our pansies and our hostas smile blest growing in each pot. We're honored, that they stay awhile presenting all they've got. by Jay O’Toole on June 8th, 2023 |
What pain there is when a tooth is hurt! I need relief and rest. To have some peace, I'd give my shirt, for dreamy sleep is blest. It started last night just before work, and grew intensely more. Throughout the night, it seemed a quirk. We'd root-canaled it 'fore. This time the dentist could not fix the pain, that seemed to stay. His scrips have helped, but couldn't nix the hurt, that I obey. A root canal means "no more nerve," but why then have I pain? It seems the nerves, that each tooth serves have more feels to be gained. To endodontist I go next to find the final source of pain, that doth so often vex my daily life, and course. by Jay O’Toole on June 7th, 2023 |
Communication is quite hard as everybody knows. The words we use from sweep to bard are rarely the same. It shows. The theory of the ways we talk are based upon the mind. The dictionaries there we stock can conversations blind. Communication can we smooth by learning what is known between two hearts, accepted truth, then speaking well is shown. The dictionaries of a land are standard, sterile, cold, but friendly words must all be planned before we know what's told. The hearts of males and females cry to be seen as we are. Our differences, that make us sigh can be close or yet quite far. 'Tis grace, that oils our words each day. It helps us kindness show for different thoughts are on display through words, our ears don't know. Communication's softest touch tries hard to common find the words, that others know so much are offered from us kind. by Jay O’Toole on June 6th, 2023 |
His life was lived but 50 years, an artist of the stage. The often claps, and myriad cheers brought hope at turning page. Behind the scenes great work he did, unseen throughout the play, but in the classroom, never hid, he lived the things he'd say. The cancer took him in his youth. It's time to celebrate the life he lived as lasting proof, his skills were worth their weight. Now, Kelly's gone, but the gifts he shared will always help us know, that theater's a life prepared, and acting helps us grow. by Jay O’Toole on June 5th, 2023 |
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