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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    |
pick some daily hope little cherry, wondrous friend two eyes, wide awake by Jay O'Toole on June 23rd, 2018 |
sleep, eat, chase, hide, pounce little packages of fluff watch out little bird by Jay O'Toole on June 22nd, 2018 |
| The instrument's been played by hosts before. To move the bow gets me inside the door. My heart longs to be great as some I know. These, too, have stumbled through the learner's way for Rome is never built in just one day. Embroidery requires a focused mind, while needle pokes are always quite unkind. The striving heart will always push to go, where crafter's arts make lasting, loving gift to bring great joy and other's spirits lift. To learn, the friendly bow I daily move. I thread the needle, leaving lasting stitch. The poem's made and thrown in loving pitch. The new I've learned so wond'rously I prove. by Jay O'Toole on June 21st, 2018 |
flashes in the dark mating call to make new ones daylight in the night by Jay O'Toole on June 20th, 2018 |
| My heart is a firefly, off to dance and glow in the night. The smothering dark may try to keep me down without my light. Catch the flashing beam. Smear the dusty, glowing flare upon your hand to gleam. Release the bug. Appendage stare. Dove shines white in dance among the snow of firefly stars. Hope bursts night at glance like bottled sunbeams cast in bars. The night, so black and cold, erasing sight from wond'ring eyes. One flit from bug quite shim'ring bold makes darkness run and seek to hide. My heart's the timid firefly. It flashes on and off and on. Of Evil's fear I cry, one flame of Courage and it's gone. by Jay O'Toole on June 19th, 2018 |
yellow and green dance the leaves are still and quiet Creator's choice joy by Jay O'Toole on June 18th, 2018 |
| My dad was not a perfect man, nor shall I ever be, But love from heart I understand for others and for me. A father works and hopes and dreams, while pouring out his days. Success is often more than seems, unseen, without displays. My dad spent many years on Earth, his guidance quite sincere, But now my mem'ry knows his worth with hopeful love still clear. The days of leading progeny go swiftly on a pace in hopes, she'll fondly think of me, within her heart a place. The merits of a father's term of office in this world are seen in truth that grows from germ, and Honor's flag unfurled. by Jay O'Toole on June 17th, 2018 Father's Day |
blest hen fruit du jour cackleberries on the farm all in a day's work by Jay O'Toole on June 16th, 2018 |
| The trumpets blare, "A toot-ta-toot!" swift going, our quarry's hidden in a thicket of pages. Swish! Swish! The machete tears through black and white in search of right words. Many words are to be found. Hush! For in the "H"s find the word, "Hunting." Hounds are howling hard. Habit from their youth, I hope. Fast we fly to "F" for finding our "Finding." Fizzle first we flop! Fresh we search to feast our eyes. Lurch we low at last to lift our form to lunch, languid lips laugh, leap, which follows "hunting," "finding." Shredded pages chortle "Callou! Callay!" cheer. The words are ours, "Yay!" This story's writ! Our day done! Caccia catching for Joy of learning words. Writing thoughts brings Hope. French Horn sounds the vict'ry call! by Jay O'Toole on June 15th, 2018 |
| A little bird came to my window today. "Chirp! Chirp! Chirp, again! The day is yours to seize! Please, get up to receive your Joy! Such Sun! Such Glory! Such Wonder!" So, I got to greet my friend. The little bird was nowhere to be found, but chirped some more, but urged with strength, but blessed my mind to enjoy being awake. "Thank you, Little One! Even though I can't see you, you make an excellent Town Cryer! I thank you for the well-wishes for the day. You enjoy yours as well. You certainly fulfill your God-given place in the world!" |
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