These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

English Sonnet: "Waiting for the Next"

When waiting for the hopeful next to come,
we're often stalled by wond'ring what to do.
Must all be straightened, and so very plumb,
or will the One make everything quite new?

The day-to-day is often quite mundane
as doing good is not the thing we laud,
but in the end, the good has lasting gain,
and greatest goodness treads the way not broad.

The dusk is where we live in these last hours,
the light is small as nightfall blankets day.
Restore the peace of Garden's many bowers,
and save us for Your honored Grace display.

The Next will be for us the chosen Time.
His Way is lofty, evermore sublime.

by Jay O’Toole
on July 23rd, 2024