These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Tornado

To do this thing and run that way
seems more than one can bear.
Just when you think you'll rest today
it's gone without a prayer.

The daily tasks of cook and clean
are gifts to ones we love,
but we must from their "now"ness wean,
if sleep we self would serve.

We'd never stop our lifelong joys
to slow this life of spin,
but truth be known a rest employs
all strength we'd hope to win.

The places we would go are good,
to church, to work, to play,
but sometimes we might seem as rude
to be alone today.

Tornadoes come outside our choice,
and stay quite long it seems,
but hope from God, He now employs,
and works the way he deams.

by Jay O'Toole
on July 12th, 2019