These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Patterns

We sing a hymn to praise His Name.
We give His Glory all
the thanks for He has borne our blame
and saved us through His call.

Dr. Seuss brought us pleasure in playing with words
through his whimsical Sneetches, not realness like birds.
Unique thoughts like his breakfast of green eggs and ham
beats endurable snacks of fried ice cream and clam.

flying fowl are seen
letter "V" against the wind
south from Canada

The patterns from what Shakespeare wrote anon
all shape the souls of men in bygone days.
Mercutio quoth his life was nearly gone.
"A grave man" he would be next sun's displays.

What cliffs we climb in life sublime
of making rhymes so swift betimes,
but hope so rare won't cause to stare
as rest we there in His great care.

by Jay O'Toole
on October 20th, 2020