These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Times of Reflection

A cup of tea sounds really good.
A quiet night the best.
Reflections in a saddened mood
mean the body needs some rest.

The dark of night rains tears sometimes.
The light cannot be found.
To Joy in life an uphill climb
transforms, and the heart abounds.

Each silence in my day sounds mean,
but really is it so?
The heart, alone, can be made clean.
The Lord to fully know.

Each tearful grief can wash the soul,
renew the blankened mind,
that when it's done, again I'm whole,
caressed by Hand Divine.

by Jay O’Toole
on May 20th, 2021