These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Noise

Full of noise, the world it spins.
Will the silence ever win?
Hopeful hearts contend with noise.
Thicker, thicker cloth employs.

Youthful heart remembers when
“waiting turns” was the rule back then.
Now, the tongues of men all speak
as Silence looks for a place to seek.

Noise about, and noise of heart
Noise increases from the start.
Noise it etches on the ears.
Noise creates the worst of fears.

Peace, that’s found within the noise
is blest by One each child enjoys.
Peace of heart ‘mid noisy waves
is the Gift of Christ o’er what enslaves.

Noisy noise, arrested rest
is anything but truly blest.
A piece of peace, a whole of the same
Is strong in itself, and ne’er lays blame.

The noise demands. It must be heard.
It has its plans with others blurred.
The peace has grace. It waits unspoke.
It has its place. It is no joke.

Both Noise and Peace are cut from cloth
With strength of days, with neither sloth.
But Noise must work to yet remain,
While Peace will stand as free of pain.

Peace exists in lasting form
as silent strength without alarm.
Peace will end these noisy days
as the peaceful heart in worship prays.

by Jay O'Toole
on January 11th, 2021