These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Late-Day Bliss

The quiet times of late-day bliss
when the sun is lesser seen.
The fan blades cut the heat of this
to temperatures between.

To set the kettle on for tea,
it makes the greatest sense
for the evening's moments, then we see
to make the nerves less tense.

The Day of Gentiles sets anon,
and soon The Rapture comes.
The Hope of Glory lies beyond
these earthly, daily sums.

A sip of tea as night-cloth falls,
a moment's thought of Home,
Our Supper Time when Jesus calls
will start the future tome.

In a body weakened by the heat
as the days of age now creep,
we find new hope, that shan't retreat
in great Truth, that flows so deep.

The days of eve, all levels known,
as God's great Plan unfolds,
the days of life have wondrous grown,
His blissful Future holds.

This late-day bliss, it morphs into
the glories of The Day.
When the comfort of the tea is through
"forever blest" will stay.

by Jay O’Toole
on July 16th, 2024