These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Overwhelmed

But some days sadness overwhelms
as sit we 'neath the massive elm
to ponder who is at the helm
of this small earthly life.

When days don't go as I could wish.
It's mostly fine, but mostly ish.
His scrubbing still would clean my dish,
but inside there's just strife.

Will ever there be days ahead
when thoughts are heard, and thoughts are read?
Will hopefulness speak joy instead
when pain is fully gone?

Will God be pleased to talents show?
Will others clean, and take trash now?
Will goals of life I fully know
when The Son of Morning dawns?

This overwhelming sadness bleeds
from childhood hurts, and pains, and deeds.
Will victory soon come o'er needs,
or must I feel some more?

I'm working through with a counselor friend
the things I feel in hopes to mend.
The child I was my heart must tend.
His crying thoughts outpour.

Though overwhelmed in human heart
the God of Grace will never part.
He's by my side from life's first start,
no "smoldering flax" ignores.
(Isaiah 42:3,KJV)

by Jay O’Toole
on May 30th, 2023