These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Eclipse

For it is growing dimmer, now.
The sun is not so bright.
Before the Lord, we need to bow,
while we still have some light.

The light is like late afternoon
an hour 'fore the dark.
The texture's dimmed, and fairly soon
the hoped event will part.

At seventy percent it's not
the dark of later night,
but pastel dark is what we got,
before it returns to bright.

I saw the full eclipse before
by traveling farther north.
Describing what I can't ignore
is not brought easily forth.

It's still quite bright, but not as much
as when the moon's not there.
The Master's Great Creative Touch
requires we stop and stare.

The textured partial eclipse means
as least as much to me
as nighttime in midday once seen
for time will longer be.

Two-minute total eclipse came,
and went with not much else,
but crescent moons in shadows' frame
the total part to belt.

This time the darkness wasn't all,
but light was darker made.
Before the night of darkness falls
The Lord we must obey.

by Jay O’Toole
on April 8th, 2024