These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Facing the Cold

That cold is often icy-hard.
'Tis frightening to behold.
Each day it comes doth test the bard
his happy thoughts to hold.

This cold makes all to seem most cruel,
until it gives its place
to warmer times, that seek to fuel
the hope of better grace.

That cold intimidates is real.
It does so without guile.
The shivers, that we oft do feel
are there without denial.

We'll face the cold with firm resolve
to do the job as tasked.
The way it's done will truly solve
some questions Life has asked.

The bitterness of cold is faced,
completing one more day.
The way we live will someday trace
the words The Lord will say.

The cold can push us back to the wall.
Each hope through fingers slips,
but listen for The Good Lord's call,
before the ice, that trips.

We face the cold, that causes doubts.
We walk the wintry way,
'til warmth from Heaven turns about
the heart from sad dismay.

by Jay O’Toole
on December 18th, 2023