These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Betrothed

So many years, lamenting waits,
betroth-ed to her lasting Mate
when soon they're joined in wondrous state,
the pain will be forgot.

Cruel beaten by such wicked hands
her heart felt doubt of his best plans.
"Why did he leave by called demands
as though his love were not?"

"I'll come for you." These heart-clutched words
build up her hope, through teared eyes blurred,
oft bothered by her thoughts, like birds,
until she falls to sleep.

Awaking on the cold, slab floor,
her mind is drawn to him once more,
"Deliver me through the open door
to bind in love so deep."

"Return, he will," in rapturous thought,
still clinging to the love he brought.
Alone she waits in rigor wrought,
determined in her heart.

"Remember, Dear, I touched your heart,
enlivening that spirit part.
I'm with you when we seem apart.
This Counsellor is true."

The day approaches. She will leave
with he, who comes to her retrieve,
though oft she's shaken, she believes
his word from the very start.

Forever in their lasting Place,
the Joy of wondrous Hope, and Grace,
the gift of his, dear, blessed Face,
says, "Dear, I so love you!"

by Jay O’Toole
on February 25th, 2025