These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Sadness to Hope

The sadness, that we deeply feel
'bout those who've lost their lives these days
won't go away, nor quickly heal,
though we need many warm displays.

"They're far away, but I'm right here.
Is sending money quite enough?
My daily life is living near.
So much to do. How show we love?"

The words are small. The heart is full.
How desperate now to do some good!
The "running all directions" pull's
not helpful 'twould be done by mood.

Our greatest gift in Texas' pain
is prayer for hope, whose life still lasts.
Those saved, we know we'll see again.
All What Ifs tucked in silent Past.

The leadership of those that serve
be praised for all the good they've done.
Their focused effort never swerves.
Great hope in many victories won.

The loss of even one small child
makes every parent-heart be broke.
The Presence of the Lord so mild
holds each redeem-ed face awoke.

The days of life on this Earth changed,
but hopeful days forevermore
will see a future rearranged,
which merits of His Life implore.

by Jay O’Toole
on July 8th, 2025