These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Learning the Wisdom of Sameness

Ofttimes the way our lives may go
is neither good nor bad.
The days of sameness ebb to flow
while the heart's not glad nor sad.

We do the tasks of ev'ry day.
We drink and eat and bathe.
We put our work upon display,
but no one's there to rave.

The farmer throws the seeds around
and waits for food to grow.
Some years the crops are rich, abound.
Some years the ground says, "No!"

But even in the years of good,
there are months of same old days
when growing things apart from their mood
just grow without the praise.

The Joys are not for each new morn,
though joy can still be found.
We know successes first are born
in dark and loamy ground.

Sometimes the trudging weighs me down.
Sometimes the fog is bleak.
The days of sameness make me frown.
The waiting makes me seek.

Each talent grows through same old years
of grunting out through joy and tears,
unhelped by hope, ignoring fears,
still striving past all looks and jeers.

The Lord has made this earth His own,
and we through sin it broke.
They march through the years and wait alone,
a by-word and a joke,

but when all Time is fin'lly o'er,
we'll the sameness of the Lord explore.
They'll always be as they were before
in strength, that never breaks the store.

If God can wait six thousand years
to prove, that He has won,
then I can wait through the sameness dear
as His obedient son.

by Jay O'Toole
on August 10th, 2019