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 We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
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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)    |
Peace. Of. Mind. Stop. And. Stare. O'erwhelmed. To. Blind. Rest. We. Where? A cup of coffee, sip and drink in. Release responsibility. A quiet moment, Rest to win, Job well done, Heart to free. Salty tears of too much to do. Letting go, grabbing hold, change of days. Youth life gone, so much is new, cruise or train to faster ways. Find the tree with a metal bench to sip, soak, slowly think. The plough mud with its normal stench connects the mind to a hopeful link. The youthful days of rainy mud, so muddy, dirty, caked with Joy, Anxiety and all its crud was smothered there without alloy. "Sit down, Dear Statue, in mud-caked bliss. Your life has just begun. Slough off your load in times like this. The One Who loves you won." by Jay O’Toole on May 16th, 2025   |
| Of the child, his playful bliss: dancing, running, joying Of the child in Christmas dreams, lights with music thrill Of the child these pleasant eats: ice cream, cookies, cake Of the child, translated young to a counselor in strife, Alone he knew piano notes to cause the sadness fly away, His poetry gave his heart a voice... Of the child who lives in me. --------------------------------------- "The elements of the Sevenling are: a heptastich, a poem in 7 lines made up of 2 tercets followed by a single line. metered at the discretion of the poet. unrhymed. composed with 3 complimentary images in the first tercet and 3 parallel images in the second tercet. The end line is a juxtaposed summary of the 2 parallels, a sort of "punchline"." (The quote is from Tinker  on the website, Poetry Magnum Opus.by Jay O’Toole on May 15th, 2025 |
| Life can change us, quick or slow. Sometimes, change will stay. The change may in a time we know become a wondrous day. The Joy becomes a grown-up lass, who flies away to be a lovely lady with her pass to live in surety. Her dad retires to stop the spin of daily clocks and tasks in order to a new life win to help when someone asks. When Joy comes next to graduate to find her career as trained, I'll with great pride in her elate with heart both full and drained. This life for her a book begins, for me some chapters, new. The letting go emotion rends, but growth means risk we do. When life is o'er, Forever seen, to stand in Christ alone. The Joy in Him will make Earth lean as ever lands be grown. Transitions start when mothers' birth their babies here to live. This life makes death, the birth of worth when Christ Salvation gives. Transitions mean, that we're alive as something new is wrought. Something has passed to make New thrive, The Gift One Lord has brought. by Jay O’Toole on May 14th, 2025 |
| Young Joseph lived his life alone, oft hated by those near. His dreams were shared as future shown, eliciting great fear. Where fear is felt, there's anger shown by those who seem too small. Then envy enters, fully grown to make the feared one fall. "Dear Brother Man, we'll put you here, 'til all again is well. We'll have your coat with a bloody smear, and spin a yarn to tell." "We'll get some cash as trader's dash, but tell Dad you were food for some wild beast that made you trash. This lie won't seem as rude." Then Joseph's life was sold twice more, and served one Potiphar, until the wife his youth adored to reputation mar. "Now, hear, Young Buck, that ain't the way to make your life advance, and in my house you'll ne'er more stay! So, do the prison dance!" Advanced he in the prison house with two more dreams to tell, but when it seemed his life would rouse, he stayed two years as well. When Pharaoh's two dreams took his sleep, the butler 'membered Joe. More silence he could never keep, and caused his Pharaoh to know. "My sin before me, now I see. An inmate could thee heal. He read my dream, and now I'm free. The Truth in him is real." Before the Pharaoh, brought in haste was Joseph, meek and mild. He knew the Lord through wisdom's grace would make the leader smile. "A wiser man is none but thee," quoth Pharaoh with great joy. "You're second only unto me in this new job's employ." The land survived, and Joseph's hand was strengthened by the Lord. Promotion came from God as planned, seen written in His Word. How went his life by twists and turns to one of greater power? How could by hope and sweetest yearns he stand in Pharaoh's hour? His own strength could cause none of this. Intelligence meant naught. His path was ordained by the God of Bliss, His way, Divinest wrought. When Joseph shared his early dreams, he was "just being me." He did not lie, nor set up schemes, but hated same was he. Beware that honesty may cause some trying days ahead for Joseph had a silent pause, and Jacob grieved him, "dead." When others hate us for The Truth some pain may fall to us, but when the Lord of Lasting Youth enjoins us Him to trust The Day of Victory in His Time will cause us then to know for Lasting Joy with Him Sublime is always His to show. by Jay O’Toole on May 13th, 2025 |
While waiting for some big events, we stop to breathe, reflect. Perspective leaves the truest sense a wish that we neglect. Events so big we'd really rather turn, and just go home. What does it mean to even bother writing days that roam? A plane trip 'cross world's greatest land attracts us all in youth, but aging bodies like to stand to ponder some great Truth. The raptured leaving to the best is really what we'd do, but living here has been quite blest. We look for more that's new. Reflections of these living days oft stop us in our tracks. The thoughts we think of Word He says must never turn our backs. by Jay O’Toole on May 12th, 2025 |
Some coffee in the afternoon awaits, before the bigness of the evening starts. These peaceful moments anxiousness abates, quite soon I'll pull together working parts. The moments press upon this writer's mind. Some coffee in the afternoon awaits. The hope of sipping warmth is sweet and kind, along with handmade bread, that's filled with dates. The working place is full of wondrous food. The job is done to make of workers, greats. When most is done, the fuller things she states. With smiles prevent we guests from deeds thought rude, thus setting up the best of buying mood. Some coffee in the afternoon awaits. by Jay O’Toole on May 9th, 2025 |
Life is getting fast! Time is getting short! Youth of days seemed best, but then we'd just retort. Retirement is here, but when does life slow down? The way is not so clear, construction all around. When will the lasting Day begin with peace of mind? With Jesus live for Aye, no longer to repine. In His good time, we'll know relief and rest. His Word is True through every living day. To hide in Him, we'll breathe as fully blest. Just meditate on The Word, that God did say. by Jay O’Toole on May 8th, 2025 |
The world can be a big, bad place with scary things, and all, but when I'm resting in God's Grace, there to asleep I fall. So many things I can't avoid. So many jobs to do. So many ways to stay annoyed. So many shades of blue. But God protects the ones He chose. They're safe within His care. Regenerated, thus He knows in Christ, Salvation's fair. His feathers cover all of me, and 'neath His Wings I trust. His Truth my shield and buckler be. Protecting saints is just. The world may be a big, bad place in this cold life of sin, but I can rest within God's Grace, for Christ o'er Wrath did win. -------------------------------------- "He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler." (Psalm 91:4, KJV) -------------------------------------------------- by Jay O’Toole on May 7th, 2025 |
| This life is filled with twists & turns. At first, you're going straight through high school years of Joys and learns to start the path, that's great! Just when Diploma lands in palm you're sure that all is well. Next summer's breeze, and lazy calm gives way to college...knell. The days of living 'way from home invade one's peace of mind. My freshman year could fill a tome with times that were unkind. My dorm hall, near the common room, where lord and lass would chill. I'd leave the shower towel-groomed, preventing a messy thrill. For such was life in that co-ed dorm, and just my floor was mixed. The basement, Men, the top two swarmed of women, floors unmixed. I needed breakfast. Class was soon, but hide thy untanned skin for woe be me, if I lassies moon. Appeal, I'd never win. So, I was there, but just one year. At home, the next to pray. The third, a Bible school seemed clear to be the Lord's best way. But finally a preacher man in August campmeet days showed me the Lord's best learning plan, where college would amaze. I stayed five years to claim my degree, and M-R-S to boot. In August, married she and me, then teaching, not much loot. But in a year, she studied Coiffure, and graduated well. This path has been for her quite sure. My path a change to tell. For many years, her many fans keep her in work to do. We stay affixed for moving plans bring sadder looks all new. The teacher cleans the trash at night to help his sculptress shine, and one Day in that Land so Bright the Truth we'll know is fine. by Jay O’Toole on May 6th, 2025 |
One brilliant day on stage I stood. I clutched one papered goal and feared. The future could be joy and good, or poorly lived and jeered. Congratulations were the day, but when they left me all alone the clutches of these "birds of prey" slashed courage to the bone. These years of life have shown their worth to shake loose from the jabbered flock. The chortled joy of greatest birth hath turned the key in lock. by Jay O’Toole on May 5th, 2025 |
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