These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Sonnet: "Searching for Rest to the Core"

We search for rest in ev'ry crannied nook.
"Begone, dark thoughts, by Christ the lasting King!"
The hope of grace is thickly in the Book,
that peace of heart may cause me ever sing.

Great strife of mind comes from our efforts sore,
amending self to please the Lord Above,
but ti-red tirades empty not the store
of sins confessed, while pleading for His Love.

Lo, grasping reacheth not the rest we need.
The butterfly we chase will not be ours.
Yet, stop and wait. Let go the tonguish plead.
Heart-rest and peace will light as on the flow'rs.

All rest's the gift from God, whose loving Heart
began redemption 'fore Creation's start.

by Jay O'Toole
on April 18th, 2020