These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

I Cry

I cry about the loss of friends,
and family, and all.
I cry to be with them, again,
with all on Whom Christ call.

I cry about the days of yore
when we would often play,
would go to shop through many stores,
while living day to day.

I cry about the light, that seeps
through black, stick, fading trees.
The last of life on Earth, it creeps,
until the New Day sees.

I cry about the time I wait,
until I see anew
the names attached to the word, "late"
when grieving days are through.

The star above, a steady point,
that shines in the night sky.
The Christ, The Light, that God anoints
forever, by and by.

I cry about the ones, now gone,
I know not their last state.
Were they full told about The Son,
before it was too late?

I cry for joy about the souls,
who know the One, Who saves.
I thank Him, that they're fully whole,
beyond the loamy grave.

I cry for hope in big, wet tears,
that someday all the pain
will leave with all my earthly fears
as Heaven's portals gain.

by Jay O’Toole
on February 7th, 2025