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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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October 22, 2020 at 2:05pm
October 22, 2020 at 2:05pm
#996485
A meal will come three times a day with choices.
A leader leads three years among the voices.
A meal unliked is changed within mere minutes.
Some leaders make opponents quickly grimace.

Your steak will satisfy the tummy's yearning.
Great leaders bless the money you are earning.
Raw eggs are rotten when in water floating.
Corrupt ones know not voters after voting.

"Our Constitution's made for faithful folk.
Religion guides the ones, who know the way.
It cannot curb the rebel's awful heart.
"
In hopelessness, our voting's quite a joke
to those who'd lead and make us them obey.
Return us, God, to leaders from our start!

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"Our Constitution was made only for a moral and religious people.
It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other.
"
(President John Adams)


by Jay O'Toole
on October 22nd, 2020


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October 21, 2020 at 8:36pm
October 21, 2020 at 8:36pm
#996431
The candle burns to light the room.
Just one can chase the darkest night.
The blackness fills the awful tomb,
but Christ explodes in awesome light.

The stony heart is cold as death, (Ezekiel 36:26-27)
but Christ removes it, leaves the flesh.
The broken core receives His Breath.
This life is new and ever fresh.

My'dentity is Christ in love.
I am the one He says I am.
My life on Earth is from Above.
I live in Joy through His great Plan.

The winds of change will candles snuff.
Timidity will cower quick,
but wildfire through the tow's enough
to rout the land and make us sick.

Be 'ware the fire, that burns in thee.
the Holy Spirit tenders flax, (Matthew 12:20)
but Judgment Calls the world will see
are from the man, who knows he lacks.

On fire, God's Spirit burns thy dross
that thus consum-ed lives be sought.
The worthless be thine only loss,
that gold be given quite unbought.

On fire of God lost souls be saved,
Rejoicing's Crown, the preacher's heart.
Believing ones no more enslaved
are free to love Christ from the start.


by Jay O'Toole
on October 21st, 2020


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October 20, 2020 at 10:25am
October 20, 2020 at 10:25am
#996327
We sing a hymn to praise His Name.
We give His Glory all
the thanks for He has borne our blame
and saved us through His call.

Dr. Seuss brought us pleasure in playing with words
through his whimsical Sneetches, not realness like birds.
Unique thoughts like his breakfast of green eggs and ham
beats endurable snacks of fried ice cream and clam.

flying fowl are seen
letter "V" against the wind
south from Canada

The patterns from what Shakespeare wrote anon
all shape the souls of men in bygone days.
Mercutio quoth his life was nearly gone.
"A grave man" he would be next sun's displays.

What cliffs we climb in life sublime
of making rhymes so swift betimes,
but hope so rare won't cause to stare
as rest we there in His great care.


by Jay O'Toole
on October 20th, 2020


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October 19, 2020 at 12:56pm
October 19, 2020 at 12:56pm
#996255
"I am the way, the life, and all the truth,"
declares the One, Who made creation ring.
Available to ev'ry man from youth,
He causes hearts to thrive and fully sing.

The Day beyond this life we'll fully know,
the One, Who carries us through all these days,
and there within His Presence ever grow
His trophies for His Glory's own display.

Salvation dwells within God's loving heart.
His Truth begins Salvation's loving trek.
The cross did end what Sin's end once did start.
This blessing brought from Earth's first awful wreck.

I Am is life and in Him live we, too,
within Him now, and when these days are through.


by Jay O'Toole
on October 19th, 2020


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October 17, 2020 at 7:25pm
October 17, 2020 at 7:25pm
#996135
A squirrel alerts of family safety needs.
A goose now honks to show his kin the way.
A dog barks loudly. Now, the shadow heeds.
The chirping birds have many sweets to say.

The gutt'ral cheeps of mockingbird demands.
The cruising cars are going evermore.
What myriad songs the mockingbird by plan
regales his daily audience with more.

The heavy-engined sportscar revs and runs.
Our AC Unit pops itself to "On."
Each silent light roars in the ears as done,
while cloak of night descends the world upon.

The geese from Canada are honking past
as night ascends the choir's stage at last.


by Jay O'Toole
on October 17th, 2020


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October 16, 2020 at 5:55pm
October 16, 2020 at 5:55pm
#996041
The stalwart watchers in the verdant yard
all tow'r above the blooms and man alike.
Recalling truths once writ by ancient bard
"The rose still sweet would be though named a 'pike'."

The pine trees stand a long time in their place
as angel barons, o'er the master's realm.
As sights of life to mark the unseen face,
the Lord's own servants steer this earthly helm.

The pinkish face of other-nam-ed rose,
awestruck as gallant, regal soldiers stand.
Their peace secured by watchful, waiting those,
who keep their post, according to God's Plan.

The Lord entrusts the keeping of our days
to sentinels, who serve, though naught displays.


by Jay O’Toole
on October 16th, 2020


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October 15, 2020 at 7:42pm
October 15, 2020 at 7:42pm
#995958
Opinions
help decide
between my ears.
Conquer or unite hearts.
Prudence.


by Jay O’Toole
on October 15th, 2020


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October 14, 2020 at 11:54am
October 14, 2020 at 11:54am
#995878
1. Internal rhymes seem so sublime
when playing with our words.
Eschew the doubt laid all about
and fly with little birds.

2. To link we now the rhyming thought
taught truly with this lovely song,
we fill the day with words we say.
Play joyous for the growing throng.

3. We lift the cup to interlace the rhymings in the middle.
The lovely soul we'll ne'er efface by darkness of a riddle.
However will we fully speak to those, who need a clue?
We'll leave the crumbs, that birdies seek to trap them e'er we're through.

4. Time to search for music at the first.
Rhyme the words beginning ev'ry line.
Suffer little ones to daily come.
Tougher finding thoughts to rhyme this way.

5. Compounding the rhyme
is tougher with time,
but thyme that we pound
doth quickly confound.

6. Apocopated
exploding the pate,
since almost the rhyme
confuses the timing.

7. Amphisbaenic. What a word!
Cineabsihpma, the water's draw,
but better yet, we'll find a way
to right the plane, that's winded yaw.

8. My sight can help me rhyme enough
to finish poems alway through,
but prose-ish writers are quite tough,
whose names deflect the rhymes I Thoreau. *Wink*


by Jay O’Toole
on October 14th, 2020


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October 13, 2020 at 11:55pm
October 13, 2020 at 11:55pm
#995838
warm and humid days
balmy nights and waning light
plants going to seed


by Jay O’Toole
on October 13th, 2020


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October 12, 2020 at 11:25pm
October 12, 2020 at 11:25pm
#995757
"1 Lord, how are they increased that trouble me!
many are they that rise up against me.

2 Many there be which say of my soul,
There is no help for him in God. Selah.

3 But thou, O Lord, art a shield for me;
my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.

8 Salvation belongeth unto the Lord:
thy blessing is upon thy people. Selah.
"
(Psalm 3:1-3, 8, KJV)


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Oh, Lord, the hordes grow more and more.
Their armies tempt me, "Fear!"
They rise and stand before, before
the things, that I hold dear.

How many say of my lone soul,
"He has no help in God"!
Just wait and contemplate this gold,
and smile at Him so broad.

But You, my God, are shielding me,
my Glorious Defense.
You lift my head Your Eyes to see.
I give you reverence.

Salvation comes from God Alone.
You bless Your people, too.
I think about Your lasting Throne,
which made my hope anew.


by Jay O’Toole
on October 12th, 2020


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