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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    |
| light upon the grass gentle drink for thirsty plants drops arose before by Jay O’Toole by August 25th, 2019 |
Daily are the tasks. Do them well. by Jay O'Toole on August 24th, 2019 |
| When I sit in a lonely chair the burden of my fellow man is silent in my resting ears, but then I walk outside my door. The hurts assail me, where I stand. Compassion in the heart of me sends groans throughout my weary soul. Desire to help's beyond all fears. I hold the door, the crutch I see. A tearful child needs Mom to find. Some walking friend needs water's cup. A meal with me makes homeless whole. But are these gifts the best of kind? How much do I help the full need? I've helped a few, but more await. Now, back at home I sit and sup. The world of hurts makes heart to bleed, but little does more than just stare. "Do what you can from shore to shore," the world thus bids in daily gait. by Jay O'Toole on August 23rd, 2019 |
| A lot of drive is good to have with much in life to daily do. The farmer plants and hinds all calve and humans joyful seek the new. The new approaches late this morn as human daughter wants to drive. A test to pass, career is born as skills are learned to master, thrive. A lot of drive in coming days. We'll practice once and practice more as daughter now each rule obeys, while father sits by rider's door. I wish I was the farmer now with pristine fields to spin and grind. First gear might growl, the second plow, what treasure we would daily find! But there's no dust to coat our truck. There's asphalt on the streets I've found. A parking lot will give us pluck. We'll drive and practice 'round and 'round. A lot of drive it takes methinks to sit while others learn to drive. As hope doth float or sometimes sinks I'll pray she learns and grows and thrives. But first a book of words she'd pass, before a license gives her leave to find the road her latest class as father smiles and dabs his sleeve. A lot of drive is what we need, experience to get with peace. We'll share the road, in wisdom lead, maintaining trust with each police. by Jay O'Toole on August 22nd, 2019 |
gentle through the woods babbling rocks and wondrous green here the Earth can rest by Jay O'Toole on August 21st, 2019 |
The little gem she glistens bright from day to day and night to night, awaiting purchase by the one, who'll take her home as a treasure won. "Young man, you'll buy this little gem for a bride, whose 'one' will soon be 'them.' "This gem's been cherished in my heart, held close and shined right from the start." "My thoughts are sad, that this release will be my loss, but your increase. "Please, value this a jewel rare to make her now your daily care." "The price is your devoted soul to hold her dear like priceless gold, "for always in my treasure trove I'll keep the mem'ries of her love." My precious daughter, gem so choice with wondrous spirit, soothing voice will be one Christian man's consort 'til Heaven calls to their final port. The little gem, my cherished gift to Christ my daily prayers be lift. One day a king will take her hand to bless her life by Sovereign Plan. Two hearts created this lone gem from love of honor just for Him. He placed this gem within our hearts. From there she never, ever parts. by Jay O'Toole on August 20th, 2019 |
| "We see, that you are nearly grown as childhood has been nearly sown. "With chops we salivate the thought, that you are new and could be taught." "Your parents hold belief as dear. That's one thing we know crystal clear. "Yet, when you part their home for us, we'll try to throw them 'neath the bus." "You're young with many ways to go. Your parents' lives are 'This we know,' "but shouldn't you test the waters new, before deciding what is true?" "The sweetest notes of every day are how to eat and work and play. "There's plenty time to the future seek when youth is gone and years are bleak. "Enjoy the day without this thought, your belly full in pleasures bought." "Who cares what your parents taught before. You're older now, with so much in store. "Old fogies need not cramp your style. Just stay with us and play awhile." "We see your mind is filled with school, you'd complete your college to be cool. "It's true some good can come of that, but that's not really where it's at. "Just eat, be merry, enjoy your life. 'Much learning makes you mad' in strife." "You have some cash, we heard you say. That makes us happy for today. "Tomorrow the sun may burn us off before our chapeau we've a chance to doff." "You'll cry, but we don't really care. There'll be fresher fish we need to share. "But 'Hey!' your folks are right outside. That's if you don't still need your pride." by Jay O'Toole on August 19th, 2019 |
Rush for two decades. Pray children return. by Jay O'Toole on August 18th, 2019 |
wondrous red aglow precious joy at end of day settled peace at night by Jay O’Toole on August 17th, 2019 |
Wide-eyed faces, sweetly beaming, What wonders fill their ev'ry day! Great hope is dancing on display! Age relents in life redeeming. Ancient mind it wanders dreaming throughout the life of youthful play Wide-eyed faces, sweetly beaming, What wonders fill their ev'ry day! Rueful thoughts of youth not gleaming, his weighted middle on display. His hope renewed from heart to pray Heaven's portals young hearts teaming Wide-eyed faces, sweetly beaming. by Jay O'Toole on August 16th, 2019 |
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His Joy with The Lord knows no bounds. Of this, I am quite certain.
