These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Weaving

Weaving words, like weaving threads,
is pleasant for the mind.
Knowing words touch many heads
is quite a joy, so kind.

Weaving threads, like gentle words,
is tactile for the heart.
Nourishing like dairy herds,
wholeness has its start.

Losing words, like threads, that fall,
a numbness can set in.
Sitting, staring, thoughts, that call,
a hope we need to win.

Falling threads, like words, unspoke,
depression as a cloth
fills the writer's heart to choke;
this sadness, fully wroth.

Weaving words as threads now bound
restore the human core.
Joyful moments, newly found,
depression on the floor.

Weaving threads are words of sight,
with hopes to fully lift,
beating back the inner night
becomes this moment's gift.

Weaving words as threads of Truth,
gives Glory to The Christ.
Regeneration from my youth
was bought at Jesus' Price.

Weaving threads of words, that last.
This Joy forevermore,
His Gift, that washes all my past
to lead me through The Door.

by Jay O’Toole
on September 4th, 2024