These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Peaceful Afternoon

Tinkling chimes so seashell thin,
Cacophony of metal chimes,
Bamboo in chunky sounds, that win,
wonders in such blowing rhymes.

The wind upon my glistening face,
it dabs the heat, and salves the ears.
I grow in peace of knowing place,
that sings away my deepest fears.

The rose, it rocks to wind, that sways,
The elm's long arms float up and down.
Each flox in joyful colors says,
"The Lord of all great Springdom's found."

"Pa - dum - pum - tee. Pa - dum - pum - tee."
All metal chimes call me to "Look!"
"Ta - bump - bump - pah. Ta - bump - bump - pah."
Bamboo it shouts, "My turn be took."

The grass and pines are static green
as browns of dirt and bark attend.
These daily sentries, faithful seen
do help the mind to rest, and mend.

What joyful dance these seashells make
in rolling air as water waves.
The busy-ness of life they take,
and from my heart's unsettled saves.

The stillness of the long, sun rays
pours gentle warmth on leaves of green.
"I'm here to live through all your days,
until Christ's Glory full is seen."

The days of Life, so many, blest
are still right here, and joy-filled bright.
"You've run so oft. Today is rest,
great hope is sun to light the night."

The chirping birds in smooth song soothes.
The ebb and flow of "words," then naught.
"All silences are lasting booths,
we sing them not as we are taught,"

"But when we sing the meaning's grand
to give great hope to days and nights."
They sing their songs throughout the land
to show all souls to speak of light.

We run and work six days a week.
The Sabbath rest is of the Lord
to call each heart His Heart to seek,
and meditate upon His Word.

by Jay O’Toole
on April 23rd, 2022