These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Afternoon

The sun careens off bush and tree
in its silent gift of light.
This light blue sky, unmoved, is free
to bottle rays in flight.

What peace revealed upon each yard.
What gentle fingers blow
across each leaf not lifted hard
by winds, that often throw.

A metal "bird" doth rumble on.
A car comes swishing by.
My cats oft bask in the brightest sun,
but called without reply.

The sunlight lengthens toward its set.
A neighbor softly sings.
The workday starts too soon to get
more peace the hour brings.

But someday soon The Lord will come,
and with Him peace for aye.
Please, help me, Lord, to count the sum
of Your blest gifts, today.

by Jay O’Toole
on February 7th, 2024