These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Being Worth More Than an 1895 Morgan Silver Dollar

Th'extent to which a lover goes
to rescue someone gone astray
expresses something we all know
and live to the full through ev'ry day.

The value placed on dearest loves
is seen in ways we oft protect.
The nearest home in heart thus proves
what joys we wouldn't lightly neglect.

The scarcity of '95
makes this a prime and pristine year.
Collecting Morgans so sublime
will cost great coinage. That's quite clear!

The love of spouse and child so blest
can make the mind and senses point
to the needs of these loved ones to face each test
and sharpens every moving joint.

The rarest of the rare are the Philly '95 proofs,
but even that of rareness pales
in marking precious loves of youth,
but rarer still's The Holy Grail.

The lostness of the human race
caused blood stains down the Dear Son's face.
In the precious payment of blood Divine
The Saviour came the lost to find.

My stupid soul had left His Home
to fill my belly where I roamed.
He chased me around the darkened maze
of myriad thoughts and hopeless days.

This Heaven's Hound of which you spoke,
dear Francis Thompson, is no joke.
He's a love-filled man, who tracks my heart
by lifelong footfalls from the start.

The labyrinthine trails to coin
preclude the thoughts to e'er purloin
for value comes in purchased price,
that makes the owner smell of spice.

My wicked soul showed value naught
to worldlings, but the Saviour bought
from Hell's grimed auction block a slave
transformed by Mercy's love forgave.

The Morgan Silver '95,
a key date for collectors all.
Collections purchased clearly thrive
through profits made by dealer's call.

My parents ate the cheery fruit,
so sweet to taste, embittered core.
My lostness in the stinking root.
No hope to live as once before.

His smile came leaping o'er the crags
as hinds feet to my tenuous perch.
The doubters hurled their sharp-edged nags,
that stole my hope, no strength to search.

He lift my head and placed His kiss
upon my spirit-man so worn,
creating everlasting bliss,
salvation in my new heart born.

"His grace has saved me through His faith,
and none of that is born of me."
The faith I used within He placed
to set my soul from sin so free.

"Just open your hand, my dearest love.
The coin of Grace is from Above.
I gave you both to make you whole.
You're worth more than Earth's silver, gold!"

The coin was there. I reached to give
it to the One, whose life I'd live,
but there it stayed in my own hand,
a reminder of His Master Plan.

"Th'emblazoned coin will stay with you
to joy your heart as ever new.
The payment made by my own hand
is ever finished as I planned."

"I saved you as I chose to do.
I made you live, from death renewed.
You're worth more than the rarest coin.
Forever, now, our hearts are joined."

What joy to live each blissful day
as bought with a price, His bride displayed!
Though coins are worth their weight in gold,
not one is worth a lasting soul.

by Jay O'Toole
on September 9th, 2019