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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

I have come home at last!
This is my real country!
I belong here.
This is the land
I have been looking for all my life,
though I never knew it till now...
Come further up, come further in!

― C.S. Lewis, The Last Battle

“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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March 1, 2021 at 11:52pm
March 1, 2021 at 11:52pm
The nighttime is a swath of black
a-dotted by white lights.
The grieving heart a mass of lack
a-feeling all its blights.

"How blest they are, the poor in spirit,'
though wond'ring at our words.
The ones so down can not yet hear it,
whose joy takes flight like birds.

Though poor in spirit through this Day
forever they in Heaven
will live and breathe in joyful play
in safety, they've been given.

"How blessed are the ones, who mourn."
Throughout their grief, they cry.
Yet, never in abuse are torn
the hearts, that wonder, "Why?"

What comfort mourning ones shall know
in Christ, the crucified!
Salvation in His death to sow.
No comer is denied. (John 6:37)

The nighttime hides the victor's hours
of daylight evermore.
The shelter of His feathered bowers.
Creation as before.
(Psalm 91:1-2)

"What use is this great murkiness,
O Shining Lord, yet veiled?"
"The smelter's cauldron for to bless.
The precious one not failed."

The day of blessing quickly comes
when darkness is no more.
The Sin is gone, each part, all sums
can't stand the Christ before.

by Jay O'Toole
on March 1st, 2021

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