These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Sunset

The sunset marks the end of light,
but not the end of day.
The glowing orb so wondrous bright
is on such great display.

These colors pour their final hues
of gold and crimson shouts.
When darkness blankets all their due,
their mem'ries ever tout.

All trees before this canvas sky
become dark sticks unknown.
The dance of reds in bliss defy
all heights to which they've grown.

Is there a day when once, again,
all colors will be known,
when gifts will newly, truly win,
when talent flags are flown?

Or will the night of misty sleep
erase all daring do?
Will blindness cause us timid creep?
Will all of hope be through?

Each living soul has just one day
to shine, and paint, and write.
When sunset beams its final ray,
will my mark leave its might?

The morning light of youth's convinced,
"We'll shine forevermore,"
but when the day is fully minced,
will "Victor" paint the door?

Each faithful breath in painting stroke,
each chosen word we write,
each gift we give as lass or bloke
will find its season bright.

A sunset blazes, then its gone,
except in God's Own Heart.
Each goodness is His Vict'ry won,
each hope His loving start.

Let ev'ry sunset light be burned
with nothing left to give.
Let ev'ry sadness, fully turned
b'Eternity to live.

For never a beam, that shines in grace
will ever wasted be.
The Son of Glory in His Place
He has a place for me.

Verses: 11
Lines: 44
Theme: The sunset of life
announces the Eternal Day.

by Jay O’Toole
on March 2nd, 2022