These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Resting in the Afternoon

Resting in the afternoon,
waiting for the eve
when the workday comes so soon,
cleanliness retrieve.

Waiting for God's Own Dear Son
through the quiet hours.
"Peace of heart. The vict'ry's won,
resting in His Bowers."

Pansies' smiling, resting grace,
stay where they must be.
Nothing changes one sweet face.
Ev'ry need's met free.

Resting afternoon in peace,
ever 'twill remain.
Painful days will fin'lly cease,
'neath the lion's mane.

by Jay O’Toole
on February 27th, 2024