These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Eternity's Womb

So many months we spent within
each mother's belly large,
that joy of face beheld our grin
when treading forward, "Charge!"

We grow nine months from start to birth
to live so many years.
Our "century" is nearly worth
eternal days so dear.

The first nine months seem very short
compared to eight decades.
A hundred years can never thwart
the cut of Truth's sure blade.

This life on Earth seems like a breath
upon a wintry day,
but youth has little thought of death,
while strength doth guide its way.

Compare these words, and note the end,
our life on Earth, a womb,
that seems so small when it is penned,
each "coat" in each wardrobe's tomb.

But when He comes to change each "coat,"
and make it last for aye,
the Last won't end by all He wrote
through the eternal Day.

The first birth for each bouncing babe
lasts many years beyond
the nine months, that our flesh obeyed
to tread this sod upon.

And likewise when each death doth birth
the ones we are fore'er
to know in Him our lasting worth
removes each fleeting care.

by Jay O’Toole
on August 26th, 2022