These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Silence of Weight

It creeps upon my average frame.
It makes my life a heavy load.
A trudging road each day the same
to shorten life's old dusty abode.

I eat my spinach, fresh the leaves.
I eschewed the sugar, Stevia stayed.
To eat in wisdom often grieves
my heart as belly fat's displayed.

The days of walking gain no laud
as Weight, the silent villain, drapes
his bag of heaviness on the bod
like a vine of bulging, ruddy grapes.

So many years ago I ran,
and kept the weight with ease at bay.
I ate without great Wisdom's Plan,
and lived a lean, most good display.

But now eschewing foolish meals,
and parking far from shops I use,
the weight in front, it sad reveals
unhealthy life without excuse.

When will I find the hidden key
to lose the weight, be strong, again?
I'm desperate from this weight to be free,
to feel a saint, untrapped by sin.

This silent slug, unwanted, vile
retains its resident abode
upon my frame these years awhile
unwelcome burden, heavy load.

Begone, you demon fat of Hell!
Decry thy filth in Jesus's Name!
My body now made newly well
must show great health to give Him fame!

Too long you've made my body slow!
Metabolism, fire thee up!
Though older, you will wondrous grow,
and use well food in daily sup!

The best of days, the last on Earth.
Though fewer, they'll be greatly used.
Dear Body, may you know a New Birth
with health embrace, and fat refused.

by Jay O’Toole
on July 11th, 2020