These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Alone, But Hopeful

Times apart, myself alone
with quiet rather thick.
Enjoying fan's low, humming drone,
while spoken words aren't quick.

Meditating on my thoughts,
my loved ones are away.
What's the Truth I need be taught?
"Please, help me, Lord," I pray.

The dog's asleep upon a bed.
At the table, I now type.
These hopeful words are slowly fed
into the poem as ripe.

I miss the ones, who live with me.
I'm keeping babes of fur.
They're caring for some family.
I've coffee, that I stir.

The days are slow, but hopeful now.
The tasks must needs be done.
Obey the list. Before Him bow.
The vict'ry will be won.

Listen best to God's low voice.
He has the plan for you.
You may not know His daily choice,
until the day is through.

These days of waiting are alone,
but Christ is ever near,
while God is ever on His Throne
to make His Truth so clear.

by Jay O’Toole
on June 7th, 2021