These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

"I'll See You in the Morning, Dad & Mom."

"Oh, Dad and Mom, it's gotten bad.
It's difficult to find some glad.
You flew away in normal peace,
but Normal's moorings have been released.

"The Middle East is saying words,
like 'Peace and Safety'. Now, we're lured.
These things God's Word says must be time
to fly away as Hope is blurred,
to live with Him the life sublime."

"So, Dad and Mom, remember when
the Oklahoma snow was really high.
You up a hill with sled me sent,
but down too fast I then did fly.
Through the parking lot my sled, now bent
was finally stopped amid some cry."

What great snow we all knew this year,
but not as big as the Oklahoma kind.
Extreme the temps, it's becoming clear.
So hot this summer! So bright to blind!

The tropical storm dumped rain upon rain.
Texas flooded, families pained.
A safe campground, some still not found.
The sweetest joys lay awful drowned.

"The sleepy time was really bad.
I could not find my mom and dad.
The noise was loud. I could not breathe.
The black and mud were dark and scary."

"I fell asleep, but soon could see.
His Face was bright as Jesus held me.
I'm not afraid anymore. I feel safe.
I'll See You in the Morning, Dad & Mom."

Such loss, who can yet speak it out?
Is it yet clear, while there's some doubt?
How can I say what I can't know?
Yet, God can plant what He can grow.

by Jay O’Toole
on July 7th, 2025