These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Grumbling Sky

The sky now grumbles, darkening face.
The day has hours to go.
My hesitance to leave this place
can't stop the schedule I know.

The storm clouds grumble o'er our HIStory.
The Earth has more time, too,
but not much left for fancy free,
'til thoughts of wisdom do.

It's peaceful now, though grumbling grows.
The drummer of the skyward band
impends the cadence, that it knows
to show where we may quite soon stand.

Dark the sky may drop its load
when we must seek some sheltered place.
The thunder rattles late abode
as trembling hearts pursue God's Grace.

Quoth Bunyan in his mighty tome,
"Now flee the Wrath that is to come!"
Abide His Wings, God's sheltering Home.
Our sins on Christ, atonement's sum.

by Jay O’Toole
on April 23rd, 2025