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Rated: E · Book · Personal · #2172808
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
https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1059917-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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April 12, 2021 at 3:41pm
April 12, 2021 at 3:41pm
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Windy,
flying things
Can't get my footing,
near misses.
Will it end?
What to do?
Where to go?
Move.
Where?
How?

My heart flutters
Must string thoughts together.
Lost a friend in the twists and twirls,
but they're still alive.
So am I.
I think.

Passing fancies,
structured relationships,
home,
yard,
environment.
All need connection,
consistency,
hope.

Finally, a foothold.
Poetry, my gallant knight.
Finally, thoughts find a voice.
Cry,
scream,
sing,
pray,
hope,
JOY.

The ship has found a haven.
Toss the rope, and tie it down.
All rhymes and rhythms find a maven,
here as crafted words abound.

The shouting storm hears, "Peace. Be still."
The silence deafens much
as now I rest in lasting will
and words, that heal by touch.

The world of poetry creates a place
of peace, where I can rest, and think, and heal.
The silent moments fill my heart with grace,
where I can breathe, and pause in silence deal.

A cup of coffee in this little room
distracts from all the pains of this new Earth.
Just mollify with words to ope' the tomb.
Refresh the soul, and give it daily birth.

Each moment on this crag of distant view
I close my eyes to find some fresh new sight.
The words take off and find their course to you
to lift our souls and make them once more right.

The dark of life is lightened by a verse.
To healing balm like this, I'm not averse.


by Jay O’Toole
on April 12th, 2021


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