These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

What Happens on the Day After Tomorrow?

They're always there, lurking in the wings,
the times of life beyond today.
How do we live to do our daily things
when something waits upon us there to prey?

Though nothing's really wrong right now, I sense
something's ready to be wrong quite soon.
The words I write I slightly mince
to hope for grace and Mercy's boon.

Great waters of the Flood increase
as sinful Man pokes at his God.
The dam of Mercy must release
His Justice as a sea full rod.

"The Days of Noah," God hath warned
are days much like His soon Return.
His Name is e'er adorned or scorned
whe'er lived in folly or we learn.

"God is not man, that He should lie,
nor the son of man, that he should repent."
He has now said. He shan't deny.
In the Days of Judgment, shirts are rent.

"Hath He said, and shall He not do it?
Or hath He spoken, and shall He not make it good?"
All HIStory's days are merely a bit,
and the boasting's of Man are the burnings of wood.

It's always there, lurking in the wings,
the time of some great cosmic deed.
How do we live to do our daily things
when something vast in God's Word we read?

by Jay O’Toole
on March 4th, 2024