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We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life.
"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

β€œThe 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

β€œAll we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”

J.R.R. Tolkien

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June 23, 2018 at 12:52am
June 23, 2018 at 12:52am
pick some daily hope
little cherry, wondrous friend
two eyes, wide awake

by Jay O'Toole
on June 23rd, 2018

June 22, 2018 at 1:47am
June 22, 2018 at 1:47am
sleep, eat, chase, hide, pounce
little packages of fluff
watch out little bird

by Jay O'Toole
on June 22nd, 2018

June 21, 2018 at 7:11pm
June 21, 2018 at 7:11pm
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

June 20, 2018 at 1:14am
June 20, 2018 at 1:14am
flashes in the dark
mating call to make new ones
daylight in the night

by Jay O'Toole
on June 20th, 2018

June 19, 2018 at 3:04am
June 19, 2018 at 3:04am
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

June 18, 2018 at 1:12am
June 18, 2018 at 1:12am
yellow and green dance
the leaves are still and quiet
Creator's choice joy

by Jay O'Toole
on June 18th, 2018

June 17, 2018 at 5:30pm
June 17, 2018 at 5:30pm
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

June 16, 2018 at 1:04am
June 16, 2018 at 1:04am
blest hen fruit du jour
cackleberries on the farm
all in a day's work

by Jay O'Toole
on June 16th, 2018

June 15, 2018 at 12:23am
June 15, 2018 at 12:23am
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

June 14, 2018 at 12:36am
June 14, 2018 at 12:36am
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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