These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Breaking Heart

"Dear Lord, my heart is broken sore.
I have no time to heal,
before another steps on Shore
through Death's cold, sullen teal.

"Why are these days so fraught with loss?
Why does the sun not shine?
When will these hurtful days we toss
to see Your Face, so fine?

"The days of Man are waxing worse,
implacable at best.
Such malice is their daily thirst,
so grievous is the test.

"But some day soon when Jesus comes
all Hope stands at the doors
of all embracing all His sums,
Who still the lost implores.

"Amen. 'Tis Thee. Amen, fore'er.
Amen. In Hope we stand.
Amen, while here. Amen, o'er there.
Amen, by Your best Plan."

by Jay O’Toole
on September 12th, 2025