We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
“There are times when solitude is better than society, and silence is wiser than speech. We should be better Christians if we were more alone, waiting upon God, and gathering through meditation on His Word spiritual strength for labour in his service. We ought to muse upon the things of God, because we thus get the real nutriment out of them. . . . Why is it that some Christians, although they hear many sermons, make but slow advances in the divine life? Because they neglect their closets, and do not thoughtfully meditate on God's Word. They love the wheat, but they do not grind it; they would have the corn, but they will not go forth into the fields to gather it; the fruit hangs upon the tree, but they will not pluck it; the water flows at their feet, but they will not stoop to drink it. From such folly deliver us, O Lord. . . .” ― Charles Spurgeon “Our anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strengths.” ― C. H. Spurgeon “Hope itself is like a star- not to be seen in the sunshine of prosperity, and only to be discovered in the night of adversity.” ― Charles Haddon Spurgeon “If sinners be damned, at least let them leap to Hell over our dead bodies. And if they perish, let them perish with our arms wrapped about their knees, imploring them to stay. If Hell must be filled, let it be filled in the teeth of our exertions, and let not one go unwarned and unprayed for.” ― Charles Spurgeon “A Bible that’s falling apart usually belongs to someone who isn’t.” ― Charles Spurgeon “Visit many good books, but live in the Bible.” ― Charles Spurgeon “When your will is God's will, you will have your will.” ― Charles Spurgeon (Philippians 2:13, KJV) https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/2876959.Charles_Haddon_Spurgeon |
Funny faces dancing high, smiling out at me. Kitty cats and doggies lie above the mounts I see. Ocean-going vessels steam to regions far beyond. Schools of happy fishes team in a joyous, loving bond. Flowers sprout and dance in rows upon the golden dusk. Children slide upon the bows, while learning full to trust. Dinosaurs and elephants all lumber slowly by. Books of pages, thoughts they grant in readers' grassy lie. Speeding cars and motorboats make way throughout the blue. Sheepish lambs and bearded goats are baaing over you. Candy canes and cupcakes call to hungry passersby. Pizzas and big hotdogs fall the need to satisfy. Baseball bats make homers soar, and Jordan slams it home. Lazy days by canoe oar make thoughts and bodies roam. State the state you think you see. Capital idea. Country homes all shining free, hopefully to see ya. Art of hopes and sleepy dreams. Paint by hand or nod. Imagination has its themes, which viewers then applaud. Dozing off on pillows blest by He, Who made it all. Waking with the mind refreshed as pictures ever call. line count: 40 word count: 185 by Jay O’Toole on March 31st, 2021 |
Hurry up to get it down. Write, and write, again. Edit 'til the weary frown will finally let you win. Word Count: Ever-present foe, insatiable its gut. This task doth not a subject know. Each bard must crack this nut. A poem of a springtime flower. Essays teach of God. Novels must have lasting power to make all eyes applaud. The Israelites must find their straw, complete their tale of bricks, but writing ever has a law, "Get focus! Get it quick!" The deadline barks as writers jump, "2000 in a day!" The ready pen will noggin thump, demanding best display. So, hurry up or not at all. Just write and write, again. "You've got a job!" it ever calls. "You're paycheck has to win!" Some day we'll write to edify, but now, "Just get 'er done!" The deadline barks. We must comply with subject best or none. by Jay O’Toole on March 30th, 2021 |
pansies love the cold summer's heat is exhausting shade keeps them alive by Jay O’Toole on March 29th, 2021 |
green and yellow leaves flowerless, but beautiful consistent in joy by Jay O’Toole on March 26th, 2021 |
coleus is quite small dormant plants are turning green life is newly seen by Jay O’Toole on March 25th, 2021 |
dormant for some months sticking "noses" through the soil time to show their stuff by Jay O'Toole on March 24th, 2021 |
yellow ev'rywhere coating greenhouse, apex down rain will clear the air by Jay O'Toole on March 23rd, 2021 |
The gift of friends of ages all, extends beyond today. I'm thankful for the privileged call to act within this play. Respect is due the human race to old and young from God. We bless the owners of each place, and workers we applaud. The owners bring resource to bear, and workers gifted hands. Directors lead us and they share the smoothness of good plans. Song and dance brings joy to heart. Smiles bring light to minds. Blessed friendships, that we start last throughout Life's long times. Newsies sell the headlines, rare, although some may repeat. Entertainment lifts from care, and gets us on our feet. Jack and Katherine have grown to be more than "just friends." Racetrack rules New York as known by song and dance, that blends. The victory of Life we see is Win-Win from the start. I bless you as you bless me, and Joy then fills each heart. by Jay O'Toole on March 22nd, 2021 |
Predators fly. Doggie retreats. She rests inside the house. Fortress blocks out the bad. Christ, the Lord, has risen, today. He's the Fortress of our safety. Distress is but a day. Shalom is lived fore'er. by Jay O'Toole on March 19th, 2021 |
that that this way comes rain in wind it blows and falls flowers will be fruit by Jay O'Toole on March 17th, 2021 |