These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

A Stormy Cup

It brews itself in storminess
as gentle drizzle falls.
The quiet moments lately bless
the heart, that hopeful calls.

My cup of joe in patience knows
the hand, that stirs the spoon
may softly start 'til torrent grows
in the evening hours soon.

"What is that name upon the cup?"
"Helene. The venti, mine."
"Will sip you long or drink it up?"
"Unknown, but both are fine."

Will the moments of the midnight hour
be peaceful in a chair,
or will the heart sink into dour
when windy claws you bare?

The storm may give its payload vent
or mercy cause it cease.
For God doth know His Judgment's bent,
that wisdom may increase.

by Jay O’Toole
on September 26th, 2024