These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

When the Day Fades

When the day fades to its dusk,
when the night the sky it fills,
when the back feels sharpest tusk,
needed hope relieves these chills.

When the light can't bring its peace,
when the dark is full of doubt,
when the silence is release
need we hope to stand about.

When the words in the past, were great,
when laud was once our dearest friend,
when writing served up every plate
great hope was there us to attend.

When days to come were newer goals,
when youthful legs would run the roads,
when ideas were bright and bold
then hope was blest in every mode.

The day will fade when the light is gone.
The night brings rest, and hope to come.
The new by God is bless-ed drawn.
The beat is heard by The Day's new drum.

In grief, we slump through sadness known.
No longer can we see the face,
but better is our life now grown
through time we spent in friendship's grace.

When the day fades, life is o'er,
but hope in God relieves some pain.
Eternal is the bless-ed store.
Lasting Day is ever gain.

by Jay O’Toole
on April 22nd, 2024