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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
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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December 10, 2020 at 11:58pm
December 10, 2020 at 11:58pm
#1000032
Children throw their snowballs round.
Cardinals at play.
Eating snowflakes all abound,
tomorrow and today.

Christmas trees with festive lights.
Baked goods every hour.
Joyful car rides all the nights.
Smiles replace the dour.

Carolers sing to lift the dark.
Choo-choos round the tree.
Doggies chase them and they bark,
"You're not approved by me!"

Eggnog causes Grandpa's nap
amid the sights and sounds.
Papa sips his chocolate frappe
as pecan pie he downs.

Charlie Brown is shamed, again,
until he saves the day
with Linus, his lone constant friend,
or awful his dismay.

With the Joneses, I can ne'er keep up,
but the airport is quite pleased.
The runway has a fair backup
as the power bill is eased.

This year the holidays have forces joined.
We're thankful and o'er-joyed.
With parties masked, 'tis quite purloined
from the night when the holiday is void.

The safest way to see the town
is in a hamster ball.
We visit houses, knocking down
the decorations all.


by Jay O'Toole
on December 10th, 2020


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December 9, 2020 at 4:28pm
December 9, 2020 at 4:28pm
#999945
These earthly days are full of change
with selfishness galore.
At Christmas time we rearrange,
and place Mankind before.

It is for this if n'other cause
my heart lives home right here.
These Christmas days give me the pause
I need, my thoughts to clear.

I wonder much if the Heavenly Home
will live at Christmas e'er,
or if another peaceful sum
will be my Joy o'er there.

Methinks, that Jesus Christ is all
the Peace I'll ever need.
Eternally in Joy we'll call
to Him, Whose wounds will plead.

Eternity is just One Day,
and Christ is just One Lord.
We'll know Him and forever stay
in the Joy of His Great Word.


by Jay O'Toole
on December 9th, 2020


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December 8, 2020 at 11:57pm
December 8, 2020 at 11:57pm
#999904
We shine the color lights when night has come.
We joy to see the dancing colors glow.
We think of life as one progressive sum.
We see the wisdom of the Lord we know.

Eternity will show this life we live
is linear, but lasting all the same.
The past we tried so hard the slip to give
was with us then and now in praise or blame.

For we're eternal souls, right from the start.
All thoughts, all words, all gifts are with us now,
but Blame is gone when He His Gift imparts.
For Saving Grace in gratitude, we bow.

The color lights are us throughout His Day.
We're trophies of His Grace for his display.


Romans 8:1, KJV,
"There is therefore now no condemnation
to them which are in Christ Jesus,
who walk not after the flesh,
but after the Spirit.
"


by Jay O'Toole
on December 8th, 2020


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December 7, 2020 at 3:17pm
December 7, 2020 at 3:17pm
#999814
Days of winter come and go.
Sunlit hours are few to know.
Nights of marching darkness grow,
while faithful hopes seem small.

How dark the blips when daylight dawned!
Attacking planes were many spawned.
Dismay the country's greatest bond
brought low by war cry's call.

Pearl Harbor's fall the light arose.
Great vigilance we newly chose.
Our light we'd shine or become those,
whose hope would quickly stall.

December days of '20 greets
the challenges of prayer or bleats
of weakened souls, who never meet
a triumph o'er the squall.

The twinkling lights each night do bring
the vict'ry o'er the dark we sing,
and bringing praise to Christ, the King,
we rest in His great Hall.


by Jay O'Toole
on December 7th, 2020


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December 5, 2020 at 6:06pm
December 5, 2020 at 6:06pm
#999706
Silver orbs
hang above
my workspace.

Twinkling lights
keep the heart
warm at night.

Garland joy
over desk
of my dreams.

----------------------

Making things
for my friends
lightens life.

Threads are sized
for the gift
I will make.

Wonders wait
through the year
past Noël.

-------------------------

Carols sing,
Joyful peace,
Christmas show.

Light the nights.
Hang the green.
Ring the bells.

Christmas through
all the year
deck the hearts.


by Jay O'Toole
on December 5th, 2020


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December 4, 2020 at 3:41pm
December 4, 2020 at 3:41pm
#999648
The harmony of Christmas choirs
infuses ev'ry heart
with the loving Christ of our desires
in Whom each life can start.

Salvation comes in Christ Alone,
Who changes sinful souls
into His Place, a lasting Throne,
that newly He controls.

The annual service in our town,
which features many choirs
has been by sickness run aground
to silence sleepy shire.

But at the core each glory voice
will sing for Christ the more.
The human spirit with its choice
will lift the Way, the Door.

The silent choir will sing, again
upon the streets of gold,
and in the homes of hopeful men.
His story will be told.

The Christmas choirs will sing anew
when fearful mouths are shut.
The harmonies, that ring so true
are stronger than they're not.

Each Christmas choir with boldest sound
in testimony rare
proclaims the Christ, Who lost ones found
to draw into His care.


by Jay O'Toole
on December 4th, 2020


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December 3, 2020 at 11:36pm
December 3, 2020 at 11:36pm
#999614
The shortest day ends the anticipation of everlasting life.



by Jay O'Toole
on December 3rd, 2020


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December 2, 2020 at 11:52pm
December 2, 2020 at 11:52pm
#999556
These Christmas days are building quick,
and fading soon, they're gone.
We warm our hearts with old Saint Nick,
our tongues to hot cups drawn.

The songs of Christ born on this day
do cheer our hearts with joy.
So "Merry Christmas" oft we'll say.
His Gift without alloy.

These trees mark Crucifixion's tool.
'Twas in a cave His birth.
He rose as Victor o'er Sin's rule
from grave to lasting Worth.

All twinkling lights show forth their truth,
"The Light of Life has come."
Though dark His days of earthly youth,
He is of Light the Sum.

The many breads of Christmas baked,
aroma floods the house.
The Bread of God our sin He taked
to make of us His spouse.


by Jay O'Toole
on December 2nd, 2020


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December 1, 2020 at 10:43pm
December 1, 2020 at 10:43pm
#999494
The cold has come to rest December first.
It nips at roots of plants and toes of man.
We exercise, forgetting of our thirst,
but drink we must our water by a plan.

The decoration lights do warm our hearts.
Hot choc'late makes the tummy laugh and smile.
'Tis Christmas with its wondrous wholes and parts
keeps lives so merry, times away we while.

A homeless man may find some sheltered place,
preventing rain, and keeping winds at bay,
but fending cold's a daily shame, disgrace
for those, who have no Earthly home to stay.

"I ask Thee, Lord, to keep these neighbors warm.
Protect them all through winter's daily harm."


by Jay O'Toole
on December 1st, 2020


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November 30, 2020 at 2:53pm
November 30, 2020 at 2:53pm
#999403
The little Baby Jesus is the living, conquering Lord.
The little Baby Jesus saves His people with His might.
Before the little baby could speak, He was already the Word everlasting.
Before the little baby could make anything with wood, He was already the Lamb sacrificed on the wood.

The little Baby Jesus was born of a virgin on one of the Holiest Pair of days in human HIStory.
The little Baby Jesus was the Son of the greatest king of the nation, Israel, whose name is David.
Before the little baby could change Himself, He had already changed the world, forever.
Before the little baby could walk out of His house alone, He was already the One, Who would walk out of the tomb.

The little Baby Jesus slept on a pillow of itchy, scratchy hay after His birth in a stable in Bethlehem.
The little Baby Jesus was once again laid to rest in a cave after the Man He became was killed on a cross.
Before the little baby had one coin to His Name, He was already the Wealth of the World and the Owner of the Universe.
Before the little baby could know clean air outside the stable, He was already the sweetness of Heaven's aroma.

The little Baby Jesus left the pristine glories of Salem's blissful peace to enter an animals' bed, breakfast & latrine.
The little Baby Jesus was not welcomed into a human room, but animals welcomed Him into their humble abode.
Before the little baby could wield the tools of the carpenter's trade, He slept in the product of those tools.
Before the little baby could make a table for a meal, He was already the bread and the wine for that table.

The little Baby Jesus is Eternity's greatest Man, Who is also God.
The little Baby Jesus is the greatest extant Honor of Eternity, but He died as HIStory's greatest shame.
Before the little baby could speak the word, "death," He stood risen from the dead in the HIStory of Eternity.
Before the little baby could bring water to a lamb, He was the Lamb, Who could slate a believer's thirst from sin.

Word Count: 363
Line Count: 20
The Verse Used: Luke 2:11, KJV

The Prompt: "His (Jesus') birth, highlight what His birth means to you."

"For unto you is born this day
in the city of David a Saviour,
which is Christ the Lord.
"
(Luke 2:11)


by Jay O'Toole
on November 30th, 2020


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