These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

From Day to Day

So many little moments pass,
a child was born, an old man slows,
the younger man in running shoes
completes the race he lives and knows.

Each morning with its scrambled eggs,
and coffee mug of almond milk,
alert, now, for the tasks ahead
with thoughts of hope as smooth as silk.

And when the breath as vapor gone
finds cold the body in the grave,
a new Day dawns with lasting Light
for those, the master came to save.

Forever Day will never end
for sleep is not a needed time.
The Joy in Jesus gives us play,
and blessed Hope in Day Sublime.

by Jay O’Toole
on September 13th, 2021