These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

When Your Help Seems Small

Sometimes the help we try to give
seems little in our eyes.
Sometimes the ways we wish to live
may often miss the prize.

Sometimes the help we think is good
is waved off as not much.
Sometimes the hopes, that live in "could,"
can't reach a hand to touch.

Sometimes the help, that we think best
just sits the bench, and cries,
until transformed through God's Own Test,
which calls the self to die.

Sometimes we wave through myriad days,
"Pick my help. I would serve,"
while naught is changed of thoughts, nor ways
as waiting's "not deserved."

But the opportunity comes,
we think, "This cannot be.
I'm made for greatness, sums, and drums,
but this help none will see."

There is no small help in God's Eyes.
He sees the kindest grace.
He sees the shadowed gift as Skies
for none can take our place.

He parks us in some place, unknown
to help some unseen cause,
that when we stand before His Throne,
He will be our best applause.

by Jay O’Toole
on March 7th, 2023