These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Finding the Way Through the Maze

To find the path we need some clues,
"Where are the markers, pointing Home?
Is there some hope, that we can use
to make our map more tight, not tome?"

The maze is complicated, slight.
The turns and corridors, most faux,
until by trying with our might
we lost the path where we must go.

It seems not fair, that some should find
the way to walk without great sweat.
Some more of us are flying blind,
while trudging through a slough, that's wet.

So many voices yank our chain
to follow them, if we'd be free.
The way to God is spoken plain,
but meanings of some words,...don't see.

"The Way, the Truth, the Life" is One.
To find my going through the maze,
His Hand holds mine as the Guiding Son.
His Face is Light, a very Blaze.

We may see troubles very much.
We may know heartache as He guides.
We may be grasping for His Touch,
while cloudy skies with each abides.

Has God become a faithless Lord?
Would He put shame upon my face?
Confusions found within His Word?
A rug pulled out...this promised Grace?

Oh, tarry long 'til the way be shown.
He will not to thee faithless be.
When confidence, and strength be grown,
He will a man of God make thee.

by Jay O’Toole
on February 16th, 2026