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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




“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,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say”


J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring


“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”

J.R.R. Tolkien




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November 11, 2019 at 6:18pm
November 11, 2019 at 6:18pm
#969449
van Gogh saw our joy
millions, billions, trillions are
never fully dark

by Jay O’Toole
on November 11th, 2019
November 10, 2019 at 9:25pm
November 10, 2019 at 9:25pm
#969401
hardened cold thus sifts
weaker plants may fall away
strong ones set their roots


by Jay O'Toole
on November 10th, 2019


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November 9, 2019 at 12:42am
November 9, 2019 at 12:42am
#969298
chilled about three months
orange and yellow blooms stand
still it's cold outside


by Jay O'Toole
on November 9th, 2019


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November 8, 2019 at 11:53pm
November 8, 2019 at 11:53pm
#969295
plants must bear the load
freezing temps make flowing cease
xylem and "no"-um


by Jay O'Toole
on November 8th, 2019


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November 7, 2019 at 12:16am
November 7, 2019 at 12:16am
#969164
cooler temps mean sleep
falling leaves and thinning stems
time to store the bulbs


by Jay O'Toole
on November 7th, 2019


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November 6, 2019 at 3:20am
November 6, 2019 at 3:20am
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The Lord give you hearts so in tune with His Word. (Philippians 2:13)
Your love may He knit in the warp and the woof. (Ephesians 5:21)
Your marriage the creation, that He calls quite good. (Genesis 1:26-31)
May peace be the air, that flows under your roof. (John 20:21, KJV)

The Lord give you souls for the Harvest Above. (Matthew 28:18-20)
The Lord make you father and mother in love. (Ruth 4:11)
The Lord give you sons to be strong when you age. (Psalm 127:3-5)
The Lord give you daughters to fill every page. (Psalm 127:3-5)

His Wisdom is great in the hearts of the blest.
His Presence will be with you in every test.
His Hope make you rest in His Arms through your days.
His Joy fill your lives with great laughter and praise.

The Lord mete out your irritations,
that each grain of sand may be a pearl,
and as you travel throughout the nations
may The Lord reach through you to every man, woman, boy and girl.

May Love be vertical, that the commitment between you both and God be mutual.
May Love be horizontal, that the commitment between you both be everlasting.
May you both grow closer to the Lord, and in so doing grow closer to each other.
(I Corinthians 13:1-13)

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"The Lord bless thee, and keep thee:
"The Lord make his face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee:
"The Lord lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace." (Numbers 6:24-26, KJV)

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by Jay O'Toole
on November 6th, 2019


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November 5, 2019 at 11:52pm
November 5, 2019 at 11:52pm
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He came to Earth at Christmas time,
the gentle baby so sublime
to live the perfect life for me
to save my soul eternally.

All Christmas lights bespeak the One,
who is all brighter than the sun.
The red and yellow, orange, blue
are wrapped in His white core all through.

What Christmas music makes the heart
is blest, encouraged from the start!
What hopeful tunes to point the way
to Jesus' Home in Heaven's Day!

What things He borrowed when at first
He lived this life and died in thirst!
The borrowed manger for His bed.
The borrowed cross where He once bled.
The borrowed tomb to lie in state.
The borrowed rock at the borrowed gate.

But when He rose, let's shout it loud,
"He stepped from out the nearest crowd!"
For when He left the tomb's repose
no borrowed thing He needs of those.

The truly new is His great life.
This God-Man, Who awaits His wife.
The first-fruits from the ones now dead
is Christ, Who through new life has led.

No man compares to God's Own Son,
Creator, Savior, Holy One.
He made the wood on which he died.
He made the ones, who whips applied.
He made the water for which He rasped.
He drank His Father's Cup when passed.

Christ came at Christmas time 'tis true,
but wrapped His Gift in a way quite new.
This present was not 'neath the tree,
but on the tree to eyes, that see.

He came unto a tomb of hay.
His first sounds were the low and bray.
His first breaths filled with stench, all kinds
as afterbirth and horse and swine.

Upon the cross this Baby laid,
'mid eaten hay, saliva sprayed.
He left His stable Home on High
unto the stable, there to lie.

He walked the perfect life on Earth
to be the Lamb, Who bought new birth.
Good deeds He did. Good words He spoke,
but on the cross Death's yoke He broke.

He was the Christmas Present wrapped
to free His loved ones longtime trapped.
The wrapping paper swaddled, bound,
until so neatly laid and found.

Two times 'tween Heaven and Earth was raised
this Savior, Who deserves our praise.
Two times the tomb, He was carried in
to live for man, remove his sin.
This bookend life of roughhewn caves
lived Jesus Christ, the Lord, Who saves.

For Easter could not ever be
without the Christmas birth, you see,
but without Easter, Christmas gifts
would have no flavor, hearts to lift.

We celebrate at Christmas time,
the One, Who trudged up Calvary's climb.
The Christmas Gift He gave to us
is Hope, that lives, and faith to trust.

The swaddled Baby Christmas laid
became the corpse of sin-debt lade.
The maiden was the first to wrap
The Gift once lying on her lap,
but when He laid the wrappings by,
He walked out free no more to die.

Best gift of our blest Christmas Day
was opened near the month of May
for Christ was wrapped and wrapped, again,
but unwrapped Victor over sin.


by Jay O'Toole
on November 5th, 2019


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November 4, 2019 at 1:11am
November 4, 2019 at 1:11am
#968950
Sipping orange cinnamon spice,
the tea of daily joy
uplifting hearts with pennies' price.
Hot water's best employ.

We thank, Thee, Twinings, for such bliss
creating Christmas time
for we in sadness Christmas miss
throughout the 365 climb.

But this lone tea, aroma's rare
makes Christmas every day.
Without an orange, we'd not dare
to celebrate this way.

Yes, with our orange cinnamon spice
the day may last for aye.
Each sipping hour is truly nice
the memory to obey.


by Jay O'Toole
on November 4th, 2019


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November 3, 2019 at 11:54pm
November 3, 2019 at 11:54pm
#968942
Quiet moments of evening refresh
weary hearts laden with busy days.
Sipping tea and bathed in music
minds unplug confusing thoughts.

A gentle night with solemn sounds
brings quiet moments to relax.
The darkened cloth of chilly temps
drives the arms to a quilted refuge.

Tattered synapses clutter our days
'mid swirling maelstroms of "urgent" tasks.
The frayed edges of a tenuous hope
beg for big-armed solace, thin-stretched release.

Wakeful sleep basks in restful waiting.
Dull gray patterns permit weary staring.
Fan blade rhythms massage the soul,
infusing peace throughout life.

Reflect.
Enjoy.
Hopeful
Be.


by Jay O'Toole
on November 3rd, 2019


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November 2, 2019 at 7:38pm
November 2, 2019 at 7:38pm
#968842
sun and moon stay same
stars may wonder “Why the fuss?”
days are shorter now


by Jay O’Toole
on November 2nd, 2019


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