These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

In God's Hands (Colossians 1:16-17)

Swimming trees through cloudy blue
lift hearts through mid-aft chilly breeze.
Season's day is always new
as life is lived by its degrees.

Cat stands near the master's chair,
rubbing leg, while scanning yard.
Gaining strength, relieving care
to honor his near sitting bard.

Elm tree sways in rustling wind,
revealing gaping holes in boughs.
Light green leaves their message send
"We hang on 'mid the tests to vows."

Earth is never still at all.
It spins and hurtles through the dark.
Days of life still shout God's call
to find our safety in His Ark.

Dead the pine still towers o'er
its place within the grove of trees.
Curious how many more
will be the days this regal sees.

Small dianthus blooms amass,
so strong enduring temps extremes.
Cold the winter's recent past,
so hot the summer's months it seems.

Squirrel skitters on the fence,
but "on the fence" he's not 'bout much.
"Place is mine!" He will not mince.
Intruders quick he them will touch.

In God's Hands all still is good.
Each day is ordered by His Word.
Man's attempts won't change His mood.
Forever He is Holy Lord.

by Jay O’Toole
on March 18th, 2024