These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

When Darkness is No More

The nighttime is a swath of black
a-dotted by white lights.
The grieving heart a mass of lack
a-feeling all its blights.

"How blest they are, the poor in spirit,'
though wond'ring at our words.
The ones so down can not yet hear it,
whose joy takes flight like birds.

Though poor in spirit through this Day
forever they in Heaven
will live and breathe in joyful play
in safety, they've been given.

"How blessed are the ones, who mourn."
Throughout their grief, they cry.
Yet, never in abuse are torn
the hearts, that wonder, "Why?"

What comfort mourning ones shall know
in Christ, the crucified!
Salvation in His death to sow.
No comer is denied. (John 6:37)

The nighttime hides the victor's hours
of daylight evermore.
The shelter of His feathered bowers.
Creation as before.
(Psalm 91:1-2)

"What use is this great murkiness,
O Shining Lord, yet veiled?"
"The smelter's cauldron for to bless.
The precious one not failed."

The day of blessing quickly comes
when darkness is no more.
The Sin is gone, each part, all sums
can't stand the Christ before.

by Jay O'Toole
on March 1st, 2021