These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Night

Where is the way? I cannot see.
There's no way back to go.
No up, no down, no hope for me.
No safety can I know.

My phone is dead, my flashlight, too.
Can I be safe to sit?
My heart is failing. I'm so through.
What happens if I quit?

To save myself, I know not how.
Believe that help will come?
Before whose mercies now to bow?
Destruction, my last sum?

How did I get here? Can I leave?
Is hope forever lost?
Should I now sleep for morn's reprieve?
What is the final cost?

When in a "No Win Scenario"
without an answer near,
what can I do, and where to go
when nothing's seen nor clear?

If I have missed Salvation's Call
it's worse than a night in the woods.
If Hell's my lot, fore'er I'll fall.
No floor. No hope. No goods.

The darkness of the woods is felt.
The dark of Hell's a vise.
The burning cannot ever melt
the Sin, that is not nice.

The Light of Life, the sun, that dawns,
the Hope, that never fails.
The way out of the Night, that yawns
the Blood of Christ avails.

by Jay O’Toole
on April 10th, 2025