These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

English Sonnet: "The Worthy Birthday"

How wondrous rare, that this fine day would be
remembrance of that best dared start back when.
Great writers, all, of kith and kin we see
such blessed years as writers' values win.

March on we do through dry and arid lands
of wordless days when no new thoughts dare come.
Committed to these write-determined plans
e'er doubts destroy each page's lofty sum.

Such gold is mined through veins of hidden worth,
'til chiseled, smelted, finally made pure
the novel finds its lasting, blessed birth
amid the tomes of old on shelves quite sure.

Through tests in life, each writer's cobbled way
shows given talents, things He'd have us say.

by Jay O’Toole
on September 3rd, 2025