These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Birth

When nighttime turns to brightest light,
when comforts leave en masse,
anxiety, not feeling right
with change, that soon will pass.

But wrapped in cloth, and placed in arms,
the fears are soon allayed.
The mother's heartbeats free from harms
in strength of love displayed.

The birthpangs of this present age,
more frequent every day
remove all comforts from the sage,
and lead to oft dismay.

How quickly through the birth-canal!
How quickly through the sky!
The comforts of this earthly shall
transform to By and By.

Then in a moment, all made new,
we'll know a heartfelt peace.
The change from Earth to Heaven through
in His Arms full release.

How doth this picture quickly form,
gestation to one's years
as one's years unto th'Eternal norm
of peace, no longer fears?

We live nine months in watery ease,
then trudge and play through days
until from gravity He frees,
the trophies He displays.

by Jay O’Toole
on October 2nd, 2024