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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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January 23, 2023 at 10:15pm
January 23, 2023 at 10:15pm
#1043581
chilly, wet, and cold
blowing strong as winter’s kept
flora, fauna rest


by Jay O’Toole
on January 23th, 2023


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January 20, 2023 at 11:22am
January 20, 2023 at 11:22am
#1043416
A quiet day to quiet minds,
before we walk anew
the streets of town, new places find
to live, and play, and do.

A quiet day is what we seek
to help the days so loud.
Unsettled hearts throughout the week
need a break from the days of crowds.

A quiet day is where we start
to seek the Face of God,
Who comes with us to office, mart,
where we seem weak and flawed.

"A quiet day" may be too few
upon this soil and loam,
with piles of things we need to do
before we're fin'lly Home.

A quiet day needs be within,
all Fearings now to quell,
until we live beyond all sin,
and fear is bound to Hell.

A quiet day is sheltered here
"within Christ's boundless wings."
(Psalm 91:1-4, KJV)
The way, we see, is free and clear.
His Spirit makes us sing.

A quiet Day is evermore
in Jesus' strong, blest arms
for He Alone knows what's in store
for those He frees from harms.


("Fearings" is a reference to the family of Fearings,who are characters in Hannah Hurnard's great book, Hinds Feet on High Places. https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/821056.Hinds_Feet_on_High_Places)

by Jay O’Toole
on January 20th, 2023


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January 19, 2023 at 10:16pm
January 19, 2023 at 10:16pm
#1043390
Do you think of what you've done,
and wonder why you did it?
Do you think you could have won,
if you could just have hid it?

Do you wonder why your thoughts
so easily remember
the sinful things you were not taught,
but caught on fire as tinder?

Do you wish to start, again,
to do these things, never?
Do you wish the pain would end
for you have not been clever?

He saved your life when you first came.
He saves it ev'ry day, and will.
Your life can never be the same.
Your heart is blest, forgiven, thrilled.

"I can't forget what I have done!"
"I can't remember it at all."
"I feel I've lost and never won!"
"I saved you when my name you called."
(John 6:37,44)

"As far as the East is from the West,
so far He moves our sins away.
"
(Psalm 103:12, KJV)
My future's evermore been blest.
With Him in Christ, I'll ever stay.

Forgiven, my new title fair,
Forgiven, saved by Christ Alone,
Forgiven life down here and there,
Forgiven, hopes are blest and grown.

"But I have messed up in my life."
"My life redeemed your mess for aye."
"How do I know it's gone, my strife?"
"My Word's on it. Take what I say."

The things we cannot e'er forget
the Lord can never bring to mind.
Emotion's default is our debt.
Our debt, His Payment can ne'er find.

The Accuser of our brethren taunts,
"You're never good enough for Him."
The Lord, He died for us and wants
each heart with peace be filled to the brim.

Forgiven: "Jesus works, and I do not."
Forgiven: "Hope in Christ, and debt forgot."
Forgiven: "Life forever from His tomb."
Forgiven: "Saved by Grace, the Spirit's Womb."

Forgiven: "Standing 'fore His Father Great."
Forgiven: "Life in Christ, the perfect state."
Forgiven: "All of Jesus, and none of me."
Forgiven: "Evermore in Him we're free."


by Jay O’Toole
on January 19th, 2023


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January 18, 2023 at 11:56pm
January 18, 2023 at 11:56pm
#1043340
Each job has times of fast and slow
when tough and rest compete,
but work is done, and we can go.
The home, again, we greet.

When working hard the pace is fast,
and breaks are often short.
Yet, tough times will not always last
for those in Jesus' Court.

The goal for all our earthly days
is hearing these great words,
"Well done, my child, your life's displays
are founded on your Lord.
"

We do not work for Heaven's Bliss.
We work for clothes and meat.
Our hearts are filled with thanks for this,
"Salvation is replete."


by Jay O’Toole
on January 18th, 2023


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January 17, 2023 at 1:44pm
January 17, 2023 at 1:44pm
#1043260
This year we have a month of days,
that challenges the mind.
Some parts have cold of great displays,
some parts are gentle, kind.

The deep freeze harmed my tender plants,
and I must wait 'til spring
to see their life by God, Who grants
great hope, and tongues, that sing.

Yet, many days have seen the sun.
We thank Him for His Smile,
the saving Grace His Son has won,
His rest beyond each trial.

Seven years ago it was quite warm
the first months of 2016.
They were quite mild without alarm.
The yard was early green,

But now it's up and down, again.
It causes wonderment,
but one day soon the spring will win,
and life-filled days be lent.


by Jay O’Toole
on January 17th, 2023


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January 16, 2023 at 3:18pm
January 16, 2023 at 3:18pm
#1043217
The little corner is my room,
where I have stored some things.
These Christmas treasures, weaver's loom,
that help my heart to sing.

I'll store away this poem, too,
since it's no doubt too late
to bless the reader as most may do
for Christmas words now grate.

The little corner music plays
of Christmas hopes and bliss.
Our chilly morn reminds of days
we stopped to moments kiss.

Green, and red, and blue, and gold,
the lights create a place,
while whitest lights of Christmas told
do comfort hearts with grace.

The crafts, and plaques, and ornaments
remind of years gone by
with those half-done experiments,
that on the shelves do lie.

Christmas wrapping, boxes, bags,
with garlands draped around
help Christmas presents, and new tags
to keep the gift from being found.

Eleven months we now must wait,
before the world's onboard
with Christmas joy, and wonders great
to hear each choir's blessed chord.

Yet, nothing stops a heart so filled
with Christ, Who came, and for us lived
to pay our debt He once was killed,
and rose Salvation's Gift to give.


by Jay O’Toole
on January 16th, 2023


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January 15, 2023 at 11:42pm
January 15, 2023 at 11:42pm
#1043188
frost may come tonight
little plants need sheltered space
fauna see their breath


by Jay O’Toole
on January 15th, 2023


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January 14, 2023 at 1:42pm
January 14, 2023 at 1:42pm
#1043130
The days of rush have come and gone.
Our food's prepared at a slower pace.
We meet with friends more one by one.
Here's cloudy breath from colder face.

Each song we choose to fully hear
is savored in a graceful heart.
Each peaceful moment, joyful clear
has a calendar, that says, "Just start."

Through holidays our hearts may wish
to find a silent corner, rare,
enjoying nightly flavors swish,
relax the mind, release the care,

But many nights the parties call.
White elephants may fill the room
as peaceful moments somewhere do fall.
December dates so quickly ZOOM!

Relaxed we breathe of Janu-air-y.
The pace becomes more "day-by-day."
Most folks seem a little wary
of those, who speak of Christmas play.

I bid thee stop and think it through,
"Is it not nice in peaceful joy
to share these moments, overdue,
that beautiful music doth employ?
"

I listen, now, and type away
to Christmas songs by LSO.
London Symphony Orchestra plays
the sounds, that make me stronger go.

December's pace may give us angst
as rest may flee from us anon,
In new year's silence give we thanks,
'til twelve months "leaves" are fin'lly gone.


by Jay O’Toole
on January 14th, 2023


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January 13, 2023 at 10:15pm
January 13, 2023 at 10:15pm
#1043097
To live our lives in a sullen mood
is really quite the norm.
So, having peace, to some seems rude.
"How can you rest in the storm?"

The Prince of Peace was born on Earth
to pay our debt of sin,
that we could have His Blest New Birth,
and share this peace with men.

This peace with God, the foundation for
all other kinds of peace.
The Peace of God in Christ, the Door
is a sullen mood's release.

The Gift of Peace can ne'er be earned,
nor grasped by reaching hands.
With peace received, and usage learned
we rest in God's best Plans.


by Jay O’Toole
on January 13th, 2023


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January 12, 2023 at 9:15pm
January 12, 2023 at 9:15pm
#1043049
Patchwork words form the poetry of my heart.
Slivers of peppermint coat letters galore.
Cotton candy falls to the ground, rains start
as steaks of hope are carved to make us more.

Orange juice seeps from the breakfast orb
illuminating blooms as glory lights.
Poetry, it anchors near the shore
to paddle in and kiss the diamonds bright.

Aroma wafts from coffee's flaming mug.
Verse by verse I nibble cookie rhymes.
Gentle thoughts on chocolate syrup tug
to build my poem with great spices prime.

"Dance, ye rhythms, 'pon some quatrain's milk,
then dive within the pool of wordy foam.
Make the bliss of thought from smoothest silk
to carry me in tasty dreams of home.
"

My poetry can be the grandest cake,
or be so bland at times we chew it not,
but when the senses rise to fully bake
the new things learned are tastebuds wondrous taught.


by Jay O’Toole
on January 12th, 2023


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