These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

In the Darkness Peering

In the darkness peering,
night has fallen thick as ash.

Hope, in terror slips and falls,
running bare. "Where is John Mark, my twin?"
Glimmering light would be a gift.

Could a glimmer of Hope remain along this unseen path?

Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Grasping hands.
Wages are grass.
Fireflies tease my eyes.

Walking the dog. Some business to attend.
"Hear something, Girl? What's that smell?"

Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Eyes adjust.
Stars begin their lighted dance throughout the sky.
Pulsating orbs mean something,...

Anything.

Whipporwills coo that "peace exists."
Wisteria soothes the nose.
Lights in the distance still insist,
"Patient hope it grows."

Dark of night or dark of heart
or darkened relationships
all tempt my Self to fear,
but One exists beyond the dark,
Whose love for me is clear.

In the darkness peering,
night has fallen thick as ash.
See the Light beyond all fearing,
"This, too, my Son, shall pass."

by Jay O'Toole
on May 3rd, 2019