These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Life in Micro and in Macro

That Life exists because of God
we dare not minimize, nor brush.
The universe of hands applaud
His Glory. That we must not rush.

Observe the smallest human cell.
He may, yet, live a hundred years.
In Heaven or in lowest Hell,
he lives for aye or drowns in fears.

A baby in his mother floats.
These nine months are a lifetime lived.
Each mem'ry stored as mental notes,
revealed when at His Throne arrived.

A man, who lives through Lifetime's days
has lived gestation's little while.
Eternity for God's Own praise
is ever more His lasting Smile.

O, woeful man, that sees the Now
as all that ever must exist.
One day at God's Dear Feet he'll bow
in great defeat will Feet be kissed.

by Jay O’Toole
on September 8th, 2023