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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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"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 “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.” J.R.R. Tolkien “All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.” J.R.R. Tolkien    |
Timbrous voice assures with peace. Smooth word choice to give release. Hopeful and deep, fatherly, rocks to sleep. by Jay O'Toole on October 21st, 2018 |
green and lovely fronds breathing in humidity keep them from the frost by Jay O'Toole on October 20th, 2018 |
Tarnish spots on tools galore. Useful ones of times before. Throw away rusted hopes. New the day... Start. by Jay O'Toole on October 19th, 2018 |
ruffled petals wave orange faces on the stem glowing in the sun by Jay O'Toole on October 18th, 2018 |
A book within a nook is right in ev'ry plight with loving tea for me. by Jay O'Toole on October 17th, 2018 |
Beaten, Bruised, and Losing blood. Jesus died in shame. Malicious souls would end His Life. But Who laughs last? by Jay O'Toole on October 16th, 2018 |
Every year they go to town on floats and the back of a horse. Others march and make a sound with instruments of course. The ones, who walk and show the town their group in the greatest way are flanked by some, who jump around, gymnastic athletes they. Young ladies crowned by town or school adorn some modern coach. The adulation must be cool, so cheered by many folks. The education floats are great. They teach us to serve the best. What scientists have learned of late show we are truly blessed. But one must wonder how it's done, that ev'ry year's the same. We're marched toward the carnival and its fun, excited as we came. A thought's perplexing as it's true. "Though great improvements have been made, the name is never more as due. "It's still just 'fair' as always played." by Jay O'Toole on October 15th, 2018 |
"We jump and joy and do cartwheels, expressing all we are. "The wondrous things we meet in meals are ecstasies by far." "A piece of boar in a sizzling pan enraptures all our souls. "Some cackled shells by chef's great plan bring the joy of feast so whole." "The tubers of the loamy sod affect us in great ways. "They're baked and dressed for king or God or fried, in bowls displayed." "'To speak is human, to moo bovine' is a phrase not of good (the word we can't use.)' "Yet utter joy is the fluid fine as a serial bliss we can't refuse." "We pan the land from yeast to west in search of dough and crust. "We slather the slice with marginal best and share with those we trust." "From cherries so red we gain beans so green. It's roasted end so brown. "Enjoy the cup so loved and preened with pleasure going down." "Again, we sip a boiling cup with leaves of color rare. "The future tannins biff us up as do white, green, and reds with care." "On the wing, we sing of the bird in the spring, 'til munch it's bliss on a plate. "Some gnaw it breaded as their thing, but for me mild and mellow's great!" "We're tossed about in soul and mind to find a healthful bowl, "but spring we fast to leaves so kind, oiled slick to make us whole." "Best Buds we are. Enjoy we do our stationed pleasures blessed. "We make your days of wonder through when some new thing you test." Line Count: 40 by Jay O'Toole on October 14th, 2018 |
change is in the air cooler days present themselves plants recede to rest by Jay O'Toole on October 13th, 2018 |
By faith, we have the Life we live. We move from day to day. By faith, Salvation is a Gift. We Joy and work and play. By faith, we open up our hands to show the ones we are. By faith, our futures, all our plans are safe from near to far. By faith, our sins are dead and gone through Calv'ry's open grave. By faith, our Hope is lasting won by One, whose no one's slave. By faith, though Past accuse us sore the Future stands secure. By faith, I know that Life is more than this lone earthly tour. by Jay O'Toole on October 12th, 2018 |
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