These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Mysterious Niche

The Deep it calls to deeper go.
My mind has thrills it thrills to know.
Each heart enjoys as mysteries grow.
Where can we ever be?

The warmest place we e'er can be
is blanketed with thoughts, that see,
a soul we greet with hopes to free,
but how can it be so?

I've never known this ever place,
that swallows me, so filled with grace.
It beckons me, "This new one chase."
unknown, yet ever found.

Through deepest wonder more abound,
we'll climb the heights, and then we're crowned.
In silence hear the faintest sound,
and meet it face to face.

How colorful this rainbow fair!
I slide the side, then plop and stare.
Invites me, "Ride," this pinkish mare.
Away we gallop, twain.

Bareback I grasped her tousled mane.
Through miles and miles of dust, then rain,
I move the caking quite in vain
to see as I might dare.

A bonny lass, then beckoned, "Come.
Dismount, and tell me all the sum
of days and nights, that life be plumb
within His gracious Plan."

I sat alone beside the fan
when all at once it quick began.
My logic I assayed to ban.
My mouth I clasped as dumb.

She kissed my cheek, then on my way,
return I would to her some day
as in adventure, new, I'd say,
"You make my life so grand."

I fell asleep. I could not stand.
Adventures fell out of my hand,
but dream I did of that fair land.
My heart bid mind, "Obey."

Line Count: 40
Word Count: 255

by Jay O’Toole
on May 28th, 2021