These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Slow Motion

O, when it's cold, like it is now,
the limbs are moving slow.
The neck and shoulders slightly bow
as forward's hard to go.

But slowing motion lends some rest
the body seems to need.
The weather piles its hurtful test
in days of sullied greed.

The sun is set to bid adieu
to day in chilly night.
The hopes of quick by me and you
are frozen into plight.

How slow the motion as we see
the bed come into view.
A few more writing tasks there be,
until the day is through.

This slow we walk in days of cold
as body strength doth flag.
The chill makes all seem very old,
and limp as though a rag.

One wonders when the Lord will come
to take His Bride away,
but 'til His Work is by Him done,
we needs must live each day.

If living slow in aging frame,
will honor this my Lord,
then trudging steps must walk the same
as bidden in His Word.

These faith-filled skills He yet may use
to reach some precious soul,
that He from Lasting Past did choose
as everlasting whole.

So, when it's cold, like it is now,
the limbs still moving slow.
My will to Christ must always bow
for He the way doth know.

The slowing motion means we rest,
but not in final stop.
The Will of God is truly blest.
He rules from very Top.

by Jay O’Toole
on January 27th, 2026