These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Living Life

It seems a life well-lived may take a while,
but when we turn around it seems so short.
The pain of days may fill our souls with bile,
but time in God becomes a lasting fort.

The joy of friends, a daily gift until
they've passed away to leave us all alone.
If human or pet, it's all against our will.
The pain we feel is like the love we've known.

Familiar voice, or loving, knowing glance,
the silent note, the visage no more seen
begins to slow our hope, our strong advance,
until we wade through gray, that seems so mean.

Will days like this be filled with sun someday?
Will nights so dark find Moon's so mellow crest?
Will Hope be mine to jump, and dance, and play?
Will better days remind me, that I'm blest?

My faith is weak, Messiah is so strong.
Can Heart be filled with hope in Him, most blest?
His Word is sure. In Heaven, it's a song.
Eternity can heal the greatest test.

by Jay O’Toole
on July 18th, 2022